Open the wound And peel back the skin Stench of rotten cunt meat Put your cock in The hole is rotten Your meat is getting sore Along with the dead slut
I ain't no fuckin' hood Don't call me brother Cos that ain't no good And got homies to call my own Ain't got no gun And I live at home Don't call me home
It seems that the death of metal is close at hand It gives me a chill unparalleled What the fuck's track suit for??? A millions clones of Korn and Limp
I ain't no fuckin' hood Don't call me brother Cos that ain't no good And got homies to call my own Ain't got no gun And I live at home Don't call me
don't give a fuck You live or die I'm not gonna cry Or waste my time Listen to you whine So stick your scene And your righteous dremas Ram it up your cunt
I feel like your hoochie mumma Under the covers You taste so sweet, you like my meat - ah Stoke the fi - ah Face the facts you want me bad - ah Like
I have been in the urinals all night Sucking off metal-heads is such a delight I love to taste the sperm running down ma neck Just before I go onstage
This song is to a count of seven That's the way the lyrics fit what rhymes? Oh it's heaven Writing lyrics is boring I'm gonna say eleven I'm running
The touch of your flesh fills me with pride The pride that I dug you up after you had died The smell of your flesh, rotting and so sweet Is the aphrodisiac
Cunt I think is fine It is my favourite line We spent our time saying cunt And finding words that rhyme Go!! Swearing all the time And finding words
