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| Mar 30th, 2008 08:48 PM | ||
| Trash |
Von - Watain Although it may seem bloody He shall die with only one drop of human blood For you will feel his black death with him Brothers of blood The invisible images of vast horror is within thoughts Shall hang mutilated, stale animals With the veins of Jesus Christ For it shall sway back and forth Dripping most unkempt stink Pig blood Drop by drop falling Creating a Satanic blood-face for me I welcome the blood from these pigs of Hell May it bleed upon my blood-face eternal Lucifer killed his unborn child So he may be a victim of circumstance Undone evil The wicked child lays in shallow, crowded graves This unholy place is where the black sacrifices are performed Here is where He kills... Watain |
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| Mar 28th, 2008 01:19 PM | ||
| executioneer | what about dinah-moe humm, that has some majorly raunchy lyrics | |
| Mar 28th, 2008 11:07 AM | ||
| XtinaxFan |
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 Aw heck though you can't forget: Why does it hurt when I pee? Why does it hurt when I pee? I dont want no doctor To stick no needle in me Why does it hurt when I pee? I got it from the toilet seat I got it from the toilet seat It jumped right up and grabbed my meat Got it from the toilet seat My balls feel like a pair of maracas My balls feel like a pair of maracas Oh God I probably got the Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus! My balls feel like a pair of maracas Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh! Why does it Why does it Why does it Why does it hurt...when i Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? |
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| Mar 28th, 2008 11:01 AM | ||
| XtinaxFan |
[quote=Dommin;541939]I Cum Blood is a lyrical masterpiece. Reminds me of a Chuck Palahniuk short story from his book Haunted.... (I know off topic sorry!!) |
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| Mar 28th, 2008 12:08 AM | ||
| Dixie |
Another incredible set of lyrics, which are both strange and possibly disgusting (if they made sense), comes to us from Italy from the band Corpsefucking Art. Sadly I lost interest in them when their english became better. Demented Rabbits are raining in by backyard but I have a femur collection indoors. Finding femurs ain't easy 'cause rabbits rarely rain. Rabbits and femurs get together but don't ask me why. There are no dead bodies here or shitpiles or even coagulated blood. The demented teaches nothing, I'll give you no answers, just femurs and rabbits. The demented teaches nothing, I'll give you no answers Corpsex Today for dinner beef But is it really beef? One product I do want on my table Corpsex Mixed fingers, salad and dessert All in one jar Blowing out of corpsex Do you know the product? It's discounted at supermarket Corpsex sales Mixed fingers, salad and dessert Do you want to know what does it taste like? Corpsex Mixed fingers, salad and dessert It tastes of ananas Pig Pong Uieaaaaaaaaaa ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk Ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk Ouk uiiiiiii ouk ouk Ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk Ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk ouk Ouk uiiiiiii ouk ouk Uieaaaaaa uieaaaaaaaaa |
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| Mar 28th, 2008 12:00 AM | ||
| Dixie |
As far as strange lyrics, I have to give it up to the Swedish band Glory Bells. Musically they're amazing, their lyrics....well I enjoy the lyrics for other reasons Five foxes They are five foxes with good looking bodies They're tryin' to teach him 'bout a different kind of sex Don't be afraid boy. We do stuff like this everyday So c'mon Beautiful, Wonderful They've got beautiful legs So different, colours comes to his face Lesbian race Look at the tits and you will feel something between your legs between your legs yeah Oh, wonderful Look at their horny faces Ten vibrating breasts They are masturbating ladies, oh yeah He don't know if he exist when he sucks a tit And she said: Try to make it in my pussycat! And she rides him fast like a flash in the sky It's the first time he feels like a stallion and he likes it, of course He's a horse They are five foxes with good looking bodies They're tryin' to teach him 'bout a different kind of sex Don't be afraid boy. We do stuff like this everyday So c'mon Look at their horny faces He don't know if he existTen vibrating breasts They are masturbating ladies, oh yeah when he sucks a tit __________________________________________________ ____________ Military toys I like to play with my military toys I want to learn this evil world I have no choise And the plastic airforce comes through the door and attac the tank on the floor And the tanks began to surrender Blitz from the roof And the plastic airforce seems like invaders I have nothing, nothing to loose Turn off the light It's night in the room I take my flashlight and began to shoot Back to the airport in the living room Repeat: Back to the airport in the living room The tanks began to surrender The flying fortress is in the airBlitz from the roof And the plastic airforce seems like invaders I have nothing, nothing to loose __________________________________________________ __________ My life I was born in a little town where the dust from the factorys is hangin' heavier now When I was a little boy, maybe six years old my daddy told me we must leave Why? I began to cry I found myself going down Til' I heard the voice of Richard Penniman I felt my life had just begun I played his records all night long and his songs went into my heart fast like a Concorde fast like a Concorde I decided that my future is music and songs Tried to do the best I could in my new home Band after band, they gave me the kick I know this madness age is nasty and sick Ten years flew away, twentyfour here we go I can't live without my music I can't live without my songs My mother told me: keep on playing my son Never give up like the gravity on earth I remember blood and tears I think I'm worth a million and a bath in champagne oh, a bath in champagne Once again,
I decided that my future is music and songs I opened the gates to an adventure My sickness they can't cure My sickness they can't cure |
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| Mar 27th, 2008 01:38 AM | ||
| Kilgore Cod |
"The Ultimate Bohab" He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie Zit-scarred and unpopular He's at the show alone Running his mouth to no one at all Later he cries bitter tears He met his idol and he got punched All he wanted was an autograph The smell of his acne, it's heavily bunched He fell down and everyone laughed You're the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with gout If you don't have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab! It's your dream come true Your crummy 'zine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all goes to tape! But ask the wrong one and your ass will get raped! But not by a dude, that would be gay! But if that's what the band wants I guess it's O.K.! We're not going to rape you... so don't you fret it! You brought a woman, oh she's gonna get it! Cuz' this is how we roll, this is what we do We're fucking your girlfriend right in front of you And we know that's not your girlfriend, by the way... She's only with you 'cause you got her backstage And you also...gave her...money Bohab! You're the Ultimate Bohab! Bohab! Your pock marked face makes her sick As soon as she's in there she's getting the dick But not from you, from the entire band So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we chuck her Come on over here kid, there's still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there used to be a crotch We feed her to bears, all that's left is her watch Bohab! You're the Ultimate Bohab! Bohab! You gave your life with pride But people that had known you didn't care that you had died The last issue did real well Because your interview was suicide You followed GWAR to Hell.... |
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| Mar 27th, 2008 01:36 AM | ||
| Angryhydralisk | Anything by GWAR | |
| Mar 26th, 2008 10:53 PM | ||
| WhiteRat | "Cum Drenched Tits" by William H. Nutsack | |
| Mar 26th, 2008 09:56 PM | ||
| InsaneAussy | Any song by Anal Cunt. | |
| Mar 26th, 2008 07:07 PM | ||
| Kilgore Cod |
Anal Cunt - Tom Arnold TOM ARNOLD TOM ARNOLD TOM ARNOLD |
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| Mar 26th, 2008 02:45 PM | ||
| Fat_Hippo |
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp 'n I'm Actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich Get a good Get a good Get a good Get a good job Women's Liberation Came creepin' all across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream (P.U.) But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady... I don't know which I wonder wonder Wonder wonder So I went out 'n bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me 'n a friend Sorta drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I get a little golden shower Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin': "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down Okay, it doesn't start that bad, and it's mild compared to the other stuff here, but like GW, I don't listen to that many perv songs either. |
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| Mar 26th, 2008 01:17 PM | ||
| Guitar Woman |
I don't listen to gross music  I was a little surprised the first time I heard Danzig go I RAPED YOUR MOTHER TODAY in last caress but that's about it |
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| Mar 25th, 2008 07:06 AM | ||
| Dommin |
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I came blood inside of her chocking on the clot gagging on the snot gushing blood, from her mouth bloody gel leaking out Body buried in a shallow grave Unmarked for none to find The sickness I have left behind Undetected go my crimes The greatest thrill of my life |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 11:00 PM | ||
| Ninjavenom |
From the grave to the morgue, the voices are still calling me I stalk the dead of night for young females to bleed on me Decimating, mutilating, masturbating while I kill At the slabs dead whores rot to fill with my insane infection Scream for me, cry for me, bleed for me, die for me Rotten fluids fill the morgue with a vile stench of putrid death A profane sickness heaves from deep within my rancid breath Cum pumps to my erection as I stare at the dead Erected on these filthy slabs, I'll fuck these bitches back to hell Now I jerk off on the heads of these inanimate stiffs My cock explodes but I'm not done dominating their orifices Time to eat their cunts Blistering sores erupt on my tongue The taste of the vaginal slime disgusts Acridity's gnawing away at my brain But still I am deeply engrossed in this shit I chomp my way through the worm eaten cunts I can't force myself to stop A vile spew of filth explodes in my mouth With this liquid I'll choke the festering meat down I smell blood Obscenely Carving up corpses for my sick desires in this lair of slabs Total loss of all control my thirst for gore will never end Weak motherfuckers can't stop me The killings will continue Continuing my vulgar life of sickening depravity Come with me to feel pain Blood will pour Beneath the shroud of death I'm a killer |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 10:07 PM | ||
| 10,000 Volt Ghost |
Short people got no reason Short people got no reason Short people got no reason To live They got little hands Little eyes They walk around Tellin great big lies They got little noses And tiny little teeth They wear platform shoes On their nasty little feet Well, I dont want no short people Dont want no short people Dont want no short people `round here Short people are just the same As you and i (a fool such as I) All men are brothers Until the day they die (its a wonderful world) Short people got nobody Short people got nobody Short people got nobody To love They got little baby legs That stand so low You got to pick em up Just to say hello They got little cars That go beep, beep, beep They got little voices Goin peep, peep, peep They got grubby little fingers And dirty little minds Theyre gonna get you every time Well, I dont want no short people Dont want no short people Dont want no short people round here Short people - Randy newman |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 08:23 PM | ||
| XtinaxFan |
One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I cum blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and vacant body dug up to play with Skin greasy and naked tonguing her rotted anus Not exactly surprising when you consider its Cannibal Corpse but still eww.  Feel contaminated just reading it |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 08:07 PM | ||
| Dixie |
They live beneath the ruined city call the subways home anxiously wait to see the sun and a land as of yet unknown gone below to escape the death of the nuclear winter ice and darkness due penance for the sinners six generations 200 years later their ancestors crawl from their holes hungry and frightened and barely surviving they're tired of living like moles up on the surface a fate worse than dying meeting the end of the food chain teeth yielding pain I sense that living human beings dwell below my feet an important source of protein, you are what you eat post Armageddon, neo-barbaric, the nuclear warriors due battle to satiate our hunger we breed human beings as cattle hunting in packs ready for the attack we eat our prey raw-rabid animals frothing and ripping the carcass we're stripping our own yes we're cannibals eat or eaten beat or beaten I am on my life rest assure a predator broken splintered bones, boiling blood torn and bleeding skin blackened burning flesh melting fat amputated limbs eviscerated, lungs torn out heart ripped from the chest decapitated, a meal of vagina and breasts Eyes plucked from sockets, gaping holes through which picking brains phlebophilia love of blood life spills from the veins I detect the scent of prey by her menstruation you have been chosen the main course Congratulations! -Bon Appetite |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 05:46 PM | ||
| Cedar |
The Erected Underwater Necro Clitstomper Years ago when I still did school, I met this girl down the swimmingpool, Just a shy girl no-one thought she was cool !!! A normal girl on shore, but underwater she was more! She was - the erected necrostomper! Hammersmashing clit! First she makes you drown! Your swimmingpants pulled down! Totally unprotected, her clit is now erected! If you weren't dead, Sure you'ld be surprised! By the fucking fact, her clit is hammersiiiiized !!! Your blood stops pumping, By underwater stomping! No use for operation & forget re-animation! Her lethal stomping clit, makes your torso split !!! She also smash your eggs, With that hammer between her legs! So don't you try to dump her... The erected necro stomper !!!! STOMP !!! |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 05:46 PM | ||
| Hangie |
I had to look up " J Fonda song" when my friend heard it on the radio. Now I wish I didnt I had a baby named Jane she could shake that thing said her daddy used to hang with Johnny Coltrane she sang the soul train with a friend named Jen her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz Jen was a hurty burty dirty little girlie I heard it from a birdie she could cook a mean turkey with gravy Baby Baby Baby... Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe if you were lucky licky licky sucky sucky Mickey Mickey, fuck me fuck me more junk in her trunk than a Honda I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma lemme see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I had a princess, queen of incest she was inbred but Jean had big breasts and big eyes and a big ass to match Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch then came Molly a hood from Hollywood High so fly she was transatlantic she was a manic depressive [manic depressive] which was impressive very impressive I had to test it tasted like chicken and was lemon scented she took me home to her mama I taught 'em both how to Jane Fonda One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma lemme see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I had a doll named Dana from Santa Ana she was a waitress at the Copa Cabanna she was slammin' and her ass was jammin' like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation her brother jason had a girl named Grace and you could see her ass from outer space so I landed on her planet and I planted a Mickey Av flag in it, dammit! One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma lemme see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma lemme see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma lemme see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four get your booty on the dance floor work it out, shake it little momma let me see you do the Jane Fonda five, six, seven, now if you don't know, let me show you how to work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda |
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| Mar 24th, 2008 05:00 PM | ||
| Mr. Noodlehead |
Strange/Disgusting lyrics I'm bored so I'll start another topic. Post your favourites! Wonder how many Misfits songs we'll get in here... Btw mine is a gallows song. It's the chorus for Orchestra of Wolves "If i offer to buy you a drink, trust me when i say its non-alcoholic. You're no good to me if you cant even speak. I dont want you passing out, i want you sucking my dick. If i offer to buy you a drink, trust me when i say its non-alcoholic. i want you to wake up and remember my name while your washing my cum off your fucking face" |
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