Attack of the Clonefucker

I've seen the future, so bright I gotta wear shades
And it's hotter than Hades
And everyone will have AIDS
And robot brigades
At war with the humans
Machine against man and the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have (to)
Come out of hiding, fighting and we just might outlast
This battle without time travel back to the past
But as some of the cloners grow older
Narcissistic fiends like me will take over
And once I'm trained, unsupervised and alone
I'm gonna fuck my clone

My sci-fi fantasy will begin innocently
Making these clones that look just like me
Will get boring
And so I'll get curious and horny
And I'll sneak one of my clones back to my room
In the janitor's basket hidden in with the brooms
I'll clean him up and dress him, and I'll make him look sharp
He's so goddamn cute, I think I'll name him Mark
Oh my! Look at my new toy
He'll be my best friend, lover, and houseboy
And we'll take it slow the first time
Then I'll do whatever, whenever I want 'cause he's mine
I'll ply him with liquor, but just little sips
And Oh! How I'd love to kiss his big, luscious lips
Even though he's a guy, and even though I'm not gay
I'm so vain I'll be fucking my own clone all day
Both from top and bottom and on my knees I'll realize
That from down here it really is a good size
Get down to business
Kiss and touch, then switch
And I can call him bitch!

Clone Fucker, it'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here?
Oh whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth
The Clone Fucker will chuckle knucklehead, hey go fuck yourself

And doesn't that sound fun?
Then I'm done
Take a break, then I'll make another one
Then I'll have two clones, what'll I do?
I'll have Mark watch as I break in Mark II
When we hump it'll be an all me threesome
Suckin' and Fuckin' 'till all three cum
And in between sessions we'll rest
Mark'll rub my feet, I'll shave Mark II's chest
Now you might think I'm a freak who's real lucky
Because my clones don't speak they only moan and say fuck me
And I'll never have to date them or break up
I'll dress them how I like and I'll have some wear makeup
All clones are supposed to remain virgins
But mine will be exposed to all kinds of perversion
I'll make dirty videos of my clones
And I'll have to watch it with them 'cause I'm never alone

It'll be me
Watching me
Fucking me
And also me
On the TV screen
You see that's twelve of me, do you?
'Cause on the couch there's also me fucking me
And me watching the tv and there's a mirror in the room too
This many's not plenty so one day
I'll make a third clone, bring him home, call him Trey
He'll be handsome, the others are cute
I'm gonna dress this dapper little bastard in my suit
Now with three they'll be less like toys
They'll start to learn and think and when they're bored they'll make noise
And I'll have to keep them busy and plenty entertained
It's a hard-core Darklord gangbang
One's behind and one's in my face
The third is jerking off patiently while he waits
And we'll have to keep it up all night, in spite of the moaning
So I can wear them out before work in the morning
By now my little secret will have grown to compulsion
Around my fellow cloners I'll have boners all bulgin'
And my boss will start to think I'm a prick
Because I'll always be home callin' in sick

Clone Fucker, it'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here?
Oh whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth
The Clone Fucker will chuckle knucklehead, hey go fuck yourself

Now in the future, cloners won't make much money
And all of my time off won't even be funny
Flat ass broke with no hope for loans
Unable to feed me, let alone my clones
And the first one won't be looking so hot
He's skinny and pale and malnourished and whatnot
The oldest of eight brothers living together
In a tiny little future room, and worse for the weather
And the room will stink of piss, shit, sweat, and cum
And some of the clones don't bathe, they're covered in scum
I'll wonder if none of this could ever be done
Then I'll have to lose some before I make another one
My fucked up clones won't have a chance at society
Mixing in with the clone forces battling mightily
Can you imagine them at war with the bots?
On the battlefield sucking one another's cocks?
So I will panic in the mess that I've got
I won't want to return them, I won't want to get caught
And since I won't want to be remembered as a villain
I'll decide the best solution is to select a few and kill them

I'll smother one of 'em while I'm fucking them
So the others don't notice nothing ugly or somethin'
Then later I'll drag him to the bathroom and lock it
And cut him into pieces with the knife in my pocket
And toss the parts of his body in boxes
Later toss the boxes in the garbage compartments
I'll need to get a couple more about my apartment
Before I make some more, I know it sounds alarming
By the time I get three disposed
The room will smell of bodies all decomposed
Because I'll be keeping little souvenirs in a box
Like lips, and left eyes, and all of their cocks
And in the chopping of bodies I'll get sloppy
The small hidden cameras in the hall will have got me
For me the authorities will send
As all good things come to an end
At the trial I'm nervous, the verdict
Convicted and sentenced to community service
Only got charged with theft, I guess I got lucky
But I'll still say "Fuck me!"

Clone Fucker, it'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here?
Oh whisper into my ear
Sick and addicted, like so many are to power or wealth
The Clone Fucker will chuckle knucklehead, hey go fuck yourself