Impaled lyrics
Impaled lyrics
"All That Rots lyrics"
Executive Decisions lyrics
(Nas) Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get h
(Nas) Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get h
(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte)
(Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte)
Wholly rotten, your body decayed,
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer, <
Sorrow lyrics
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a
br>Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
Liquid waste expelled,
With a nauseating smell,
Your innards have started to turn,
The stink makes my sinuses burn,
With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest,
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed,
Greedily binging on glistening turds,
Road Buddy lyrics
We passed the stores, we passed the hotels Filled our car with gasoline We drove that night, I saw the moon Almost got us in an accident And then at the rest
We passed the stores, we passed the hotels Filled our car with gasoline We drove that night, I saw the moon Almost got us in an accident And then at the rest
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is violently excised,
Pureed, brewed, and mulled,
A gustitory treat for the mentally ill,
With which my senses are dulled,
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued,
In fused with simmering gore,
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten,
I'm quite a connoisseur.
Na na na Na na na Na na 2x Talkin'bout you and me, yeah and the games people play. Oh the games people play now ev'ry night and ev'ry day now Never mea
A fetid tapioca is prepared in your colon,
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus,
A genital souffle is concocted on the fly,
Post Mortem nutriment of decomposing guts,
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste,
A most refreshing apertif,
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull,
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief.