Peep Show

Don't believe'em lot Crappy suits they got Black as every goddam thought Fuckin' up their empty minds Spitting shit with ease True masters of sleaze Genuine? You say: Oh, Jeez! Twofaced till it binds Here comes a procession Fireworks of aggression Courtesy of'em suckers Frustrated motherfuckers Let'em bleed! Get drained by the procession Let'em bleed! A violent blood-bath session See that dickhead go Watch his bollocks grow Conan in his mind Sausage dog before my eyes Fucked up SOB's Strong resolve? Bitch, please! Can't no story telling shrink Save'em from demise Here comes a procession Fireworks of aggression Courtesy of'em suckers Frustrated motherfuckers Let'em bleed! Get drained by the procession Let'em bleed! A violent blood-bath session Welcome to the place Where a basket case Is widel embraced as an outright demigod Thanks to mindless mob Crook becomes heartthrob Guess what does the job - shekels from a freud Mind you, in the past Bishops wouldn't last Aliens mustn't pass, specially those in black Gits can also read Books don't plant the seed When wit is slack Here comes a procession Fireworks of aggression Courtesy of'em suckers Frustrated motherfuckers Let'em bleed! Get drained by the procession Let'em bleed! A violent blood-bath session Let'em bleed! Let'em bleed! Let'em bleed! Get drained by the procession A violent blood-bath session

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Hello Chris! My dear friend Got a message here to send Middle finger, canYou Guess? Yes! To those in a mental mess!! Middle finger, canYou Guess? Yes! To those in a mental mess!! Maybe we need Mr Kon To be Cussing on and on Money Mosh - Peculiar swing Money Mosh - Get in the ring Money Mosh - My fingers itch Money Mosh - You son of the bitch Money Mosh Money Mosh Flooded with the mental spam Waiter! Caviar, vodka, please! For the lady wine, blue cheese For the man some apple pie "I Didn't order no black guy" For the man some apple pie "I Didn't order no black guy" Monkeys screamin everywhere They should be in mental care Money Mosh - Peculiar swing Money Mosh - Get in the ring Money Mosh - My fingers itch Money Mosh - You son of the bitch Money Mosh Money Mosh He comes down like a grenade In a swollen, dumb parade Swingin' just like no-one cane An adult baby on his hand Still around but he's sham Flooded with the mental spam Fake Darth Vader counterfeit Tell me what i gotta do with it Money Mosh - Peculiar swing Money Mosh - Get in the ring Money Mosh - My fingers itch Money Mosh - You son of the bitch Money Mosh Money Mosh

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Here comes a new day Lookin' not so black But it's not ok Poisoned with the jack Watch the BBC People causing pain Nothing good to see Hell is where there is no brains Crackpot Master ailing mind Crackpot Crackpot He's one of a kind Crackpot Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Makes a lot of noise Straight sex machine gun But blows nazi boys Rocco and Rambo in one Winter nights are long He'll hate any broad Takin' German shlong Even made German by God Crackpot Master ailing mind Crackpot Crackpot He's one of a kind Crackpot Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Here comes the night Smelling very cruel Here come heavy clouds We will try to get through Here comes one more troll Bring that dimwit on He wants heads to roll Virgin Mary to help the short con Manners Russky-crude Cunning as a Jew But bound to be screwed Lazy as a Jigaboo Crackpot Master ailing mind Crackpot Crackpot He's one of a kind Crackpot Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down?? Yeaaah!! How long before you break us all down??

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Take a look at her You are in a good care Well-read geisha there But her views Eichmann stiff Listen to her say I won't be a saint Gonna go my way Leave it all in a sniff, in a sniff... Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly She will become a bitch She loves to show a lot of skin Insults through her grin "Parliament, MP, Government" and all'em crooks Dealings of a whore Have a gain in store No confession chore In spite of judging looks, judging looks Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly She will become a bitch Her mind is made up Won't fall for the trap And won't be gift-wrapped A cultured, sweet and daft peach She loved all the men Let on in her den Got let down again All he wanted was a bitch, was a bitch Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly Say: Hail to the unholy Let her soul decay slowly

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

At dawn, I woke up feelin very dead Like many of my brothers Waitin' to start the process in my head Just like all the others They'd heard of "ask and you shall receive" It made'em rather pursy Thy will be done give'em no reprieve God squashed by your mercy Your scarred reflectioin makes you scream And you wake up in terror As you get up you see it's not a dream You're fucked like a coffin bearer The game is played by so many folks They don't know what they're askin' Until they see it all may be a hoax Ugly thoughts they're maskin' Thy will be done Thy will be done Thy will be done And I say: "Thy will be done" Objection - there will be none Just let me choose my own drink Thy will be done And while you're havin' your fun I'll stick my head to your gun But please don't acs as my shrink Thy will be done Thy will be done Thy will be done And I say: "Thy will be done" Objection - there will be none Just let me choose my own drink Thy will be done And while you're havin' your fun I'll stick my head to your gun But please don't acs as my shrink Thy will be done Before my first thought of the day To myself I mutter Wonder where i'm headed on my way To heaven or the gutter? At dawn, I woke up feelin' very dead Like many of my brothers Waitin' to start the process in my head Just like all the others Thy will be done Thy will be done Thy will be done And I say: "Thy will be done" Objection - there will be none Just let me choose my own drink Thy will be done And while you're havin' your fun I'll stick my head to your gun But please don't acs as my shrink Thy will be done

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Breakfast served before nine Diesel was pumpkin fine Though my straight aryan nose Had inhaled quite a dose Always take a shot - don't slow down Shit is gettin' hot - don't slow down Runnin' outta fuel - don't slow down Stick to golden rule - don't slow down Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown "Check int the er Your ass ain't no racing car" What they say at my expense Never made any sense Preacher pukes at you - don't slow down Chicks get younger too - don't slow down Your brakes have gone dead - don't slow down All your blood you have bled - don't slow down Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown Some will change, others won;t some give up others don't Idiots swing all around Planning to breakme down Put a wrench in the works - don't slow down Try to take all the perks - don't slow down Scrawl on walls all you want - don't slow down I'm above all your taunt - don't slow down Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown Go! 50? Don't slow down It's too slow to crash Run! Get out of the town Faster! Or You'll drown Faster! Or You'll drown Faster! Or You'll drown

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Inmates croaking in a prison cell As they're reading records of the case Wondering who's to check in their hot hotel Gonna show him who here holds the mace Tiny woman, just a snack Tasty for the maniac On the menu for today He'll devour her - there's no other way Hungry under lock and key Small, evasive, coy and grey Good with shanks, he is no prey Seems my age and rather chilled And always with the butchers guild Tiny woman, just a snack Tasty for the maniac On the menu for today He'll devour her - there's no other way Hungry under lock and key Spoken: Cause if it ever crossed your mind To get me done, to eat me up... Better make sure you do it right Or it'll be scorching dust you'll bite... When I let you taste of my spite You will not guess , try as you might... Hungry under lock and key I ain't sleeping , I'm below his bunk I'm just waiting till he falls asleep I ain't gonna get fried by the punk Like his female when the oil was deep Tiny woman, just a snack Tasty for the maniac On the menu for today He'll devour her - there's no other way

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

He who has died is very dead Or is he really? What if he claims he's no juicehead But he is reelin'? Ifone goes "sunset limited" Is it brain tumour? Is it he ain't been visited By god's good humour? Like Mr. White... And when you do reincarnate A speck or a mover? Ask Lazarus what he would say He knows the manoeuvre What if a habit doesn't stop From whoredog action? And does she think his eyes will pop As a reaction? I have always stayed away From religion's foul play Miracle ain't paramount To the total body count I have always stayed away From religion's foul play Miracle ain't paramount To the total body count What if a frock don't stop a guy? Small tush gets looted Does he think god turns a blind Can he play stupid? So Friedrich said: "God is dead!" John replied: "God is love!" "God ain't the maker" - said Stephen I god is love, he'll be forgiven I have always stayed away From religion's foul play Miracle ain't paramount To the total body count I have always stayed away From religion's foul play Miracle ain't paramount To the total body count Hey, now can you answer Why you had Mr. Blavk Be white;s necromancer And not ever hold him back

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

They shoot horses, or do they? So let's shoot one for the road Even though I'm gonna stay What'ya say, hair of the dog Our futere's rather shitty And our story looks the same Don't you think that it's a pitty People made this party lame See your weary slavic soul Twirling round latino style Temperature taking it's toll 66.6 meanwhile Though we're anxious and we glower Sometimes you can count on us We're enslaved and we lack power Corporate zombies, chicken-trussed They sent us all to school Told us nothing on liife's grind Forgot to teach the rule To be afraid of your own tempted mind He was screaming banshee-like Sober in a dentist chair Feeling that way killed his fight Left him with a lifeless stare Our futere's rather shitty And our story looks the same Don't you think that it's a pitty People made this party lame They sent us all to school Told us nothing on liife's grind Forgot to teach the rule To be afraid of your own tempted mind They shoot horses , or do they? So let's shoot one for the road Even though I'm gonna stay What'ya say, hair of the dog They sent us all to school Told us nothing on liife's grind Forgot to teach the rule To be afraid of your own tempted mind

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Oh, your eminence Oh, father Maciel I feel providence Finally sent you to hell The world's moved on The kids have grown Intelligent runnin' on fury And dilligent they're your grand jury Low spirits for legin For Bernard has laid down his law No colour dor Boston A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw When was the last time he felt a hardon Forcefed life of grime He felt so trampled on See the arrogance Against evidence He won't repent, looks up to the sky He won't repent, he would rather die Low spirits for legin For Bernard has laid down his law No colour dor Boston A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw Mother worked at home Wasn't of much use Lowlife chromosome Her holster was shockingly loose Brain amputee All he could be Was excrement, sick beyond measure No sentiment, priesthood for pleasure Low spirits for legin For Bernard has laid down his law No colour dor Boston A crotch Benedic(k)tion by maw

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Your messy business don't mean shit And I don't give a flying fuck I fight the world, wrestle with it To all the rest I turn my back Not having died a sofa death Jesus has spend 2000 years Nailing us all, making us pay For making him go the hard way I keep my urges down When loose they will not stop End up in looney town Noose-wrapped my neck will pop Lucidity - tomorrow's name I clearly see what is to come Given them a choice, don't start this game If I had kids I’d have them done Whenever I go out and see This sad and shity cabaret The first word that will come to me Is always this: "exterminate" I keep my urges down When loose they will not stop End up in looney town Noose-wrapped my neck will pop You shall speak to the deaf In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave And you shall love the dead In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave Oh my lord, you gave no other Enough spite to deride a brother Only man displays that feature And no other earthly creature The only thing that makes me stay The only thing that keeps me alive It's the thought that I can say: "today's a good day for suicide" You shall speak to the deaf In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave And you shall love the dead In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave You shall speak to the deaf In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave And you shall love the dead In ruins you will sleep And eat what vultures leave And eat what vultures leave

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025