Canadian Horse

It's been a tough year, I don't know who I am Questioning my place in a world so dim What do I do? Where do I fit In? I feel a new personality growing from within Mincecore fabio takes control of my mind Soon I start eating all the protein I can find I don't know what's happening, I'm losing control I work out all the time so larger I will grow My hair is long, it flows with the wind And I prefer to wear all my shirts unbuttoned My skills have improved in the ways of romancing And suddenly horses just seem so enchanting I listen to Rot and AGx everyday My friends and family are concerned, they say... But Mincecore Fabio is here to fucking stay!!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Perennial loser is always drinking beer Cuz he's a real loser all days of the year can't get shit done, and everything sucks As always with the ladies he's got no luck But when it comes to drinking he's really a champ Or making split 7's, or skating a ramp Try not to get down on yourself when you re sad Everybody has something at which they are rad! Perennial loser - focus on your strengths! Focus your mind - Positive Mincecore Attitude

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

When scientists poke a dead brain "The brain is dead, it feels no pain." Do ghosts feel pain? Do ghosts feel pain?! When a dead sheep has to endure The poking of its brain for cure Is this insane? Is this insane?!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Trapped in a system I don't understand Wherever it s going, designs are grand Lays and bylaws, highways and streets Society's system is so indiscreet! Society - What? Society - Never!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Not only is soap tested on animals It contains many noxious chemicals Like lavender and things that smell Soapy punks can go to hell! Soap your armpits - go to hell!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Like sometimes I forget my arms, The system has its many charms Its stomach is so big and warm That we forget we are its worms! There is no outside, we are safe Just grinding in this gooey cave! Paying taxes and keeping appointments Are for those who seek no enjoyments! Society, we are clandestine Grinders poking your intestines! Even though we re finely minced You can't digest our instruments! The system wants us for its food Most people will go down easy Some among them are pre-chewed And others merely greasy!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Das Monkey is strong and intelligent too He can do anything a person could do Like go into space or get a tattoo Or eat cotton candy or wear tiny shoes Das Monkey can communicate with gestures and signs (which unfortunately doesn't work with those who are blind) But let's face it you know that it's true Das Monkey should be treated like me or you He's basically your child but with a furry face Yet society insists on putting him in a cage And zapping his body and spraying him with mace Or whatever they do in a vivisection lab No matter what it is, I'm sure it's pretty bad So fuck filling your garden with little plastic gnomes Let's all invite these monkeys into our homes We can end this oppression of our primate friends So mincecore and science can finally make amends

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Why do you ask what it means That we must support the scene By playing shows in greasy shorts And writing songs that are also short And never tuning our guitars Except when we play in the bars And take our time between each song To laugh and talk and get along Likes friends do at the mincecore show What do you ask us: don't you know?!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

There s a dog I know who goes to shows He doesn't give a fuck if his hearing gets blown He doesn't play in the park or eat dog food He just hangs around some shitty crust punk dude I always wonder why he's riding those trains Instead of living in a home and playing fun games Most dogs I know don't listen to Consume Or have a stick-and-poke tattoo that says DOOM he's all on his own when his owner gets drunk So he wonders into the basement and listens to punk People crash into him and he cries out in pain Crust punk dog is clearly just fucking insane!!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

There's a punk I know who goes to shows Covered in filth from his dreads to his toes There's a quality that follows him wherever he goes How one could smell so fucking bad nobody knows Society's against his bodily smell But he thinks society can go to hell Even at shows he makes people upset Just by standing around and emitting his scent His life isn't easy, things are getting worse He just has to live with his foul-stench curse But like a fine wine that improves with age His sinister odor escapes from its cage It's now gotten so powerful, so sour and strong Its effects are incredible, toxic and long Inebriating those who can smell his smell With a fantastic high that feels so swell Suddenly he's popular, with girls and men Even got offered a job that pays almost ten The life of the party, and everyone's friend Society's grudge against him has come to an end He's now got some money, and freshly painted walls All thanks to the fact he never washed his balls So the moral of the story is don't ever shower

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Grindcore and misogyny doesn't make any sense You porno-grind losers are sitting on the fence There s nothing cool about degrading our women Or playing your songs with that sleazy gore-rhythm There s nothing wrong with grindcore and sex But it s clear you re sexually frustrated at best Maybe if you were respectful and kind A woman would like you and give you her time But you re doomed to hang out with your porno-grind friends And write shitty songs and follow dumb trends You think violence against women is so brutal and sick Porno-grind is for losers, let s all mince these dicks!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I speak as your average crazy banger Who just downloaded the album "St. Anger" ... I have to say my mind was blown By your outrageous mincing tones! Most bands are afraid to find a new sound And then drive it into the shitty ground, Or piss themselves in a full-length movie, Or tour in a plane with no jacuzzi! But Metallica is totally undaunted: If you've got a Basquait, then flaunt it! Hey Metallica, Hey Metallica, Hey!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Society has a system, it s meant to control Lock you in a cage, and trap you in a hole We reject these standards, we won't cut our hair We ignore the system, cause we don't fuckin' care We won't live a real life, with jobs and wives Fuck the system! We just wanna play some grind, drunk and high Mincing system! Blazing through conformist fools, fuck the rules Fuck the system! Drinking in the afternoon, party dudes Punk existence! Society says that we should get a fancy job Wear fancy clothes, quit looking like a slob Society also frowns on doing lots of drugs But we frown on success, relationships and hugs

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Canadian hoser on top of a horse Drinking a bottle of champagne of course Never sober, always on a horse Canadian horse is unimpressed of course Canadian hoser - society's curse Canadian system - hoser's curse

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Swarthy men at war with nature, Wearing slutty furs and leather; Camping in all kinds of weather; Looking forward to their future! Sweaty bearded voyageurs! But lifting canoes isn't easy, Especially when your bowels are greasy! The voyageur's Achilles heel: The overworked stomachal wall! Severe discomfort! Voyageurs! All heroes in some way are weak: Our voyageur has sprung a leak! Eschewing that abominable truss, His abdominal defect turned gangrenous! Shitty leaking voyageurs! Fifty percent of voyageur deaths Are the result of lifting trademark heft! Respect yourself and take it easy! Especially if your bowels are greasy! Happy healthy voyageurs!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Each day I grow weaker, my life s come to an end All because of this endoparasitic girlfriend She lives deep inside my stomach and guts Giving me ulcers and driving me nuts She won't leave me alone, she won't let me be She just thinks up ways to make me feel guilty Sick fucking fiend - irrational being! Endoparasitic girlfriend - not what I need!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

If I could transform into a wolf in the night I would hunt down those that don't know wrong from right Vivisectors, cops, racists and rapists Night wolf annihilates these scum fucking sadists I hear the night howling it s calling my name To seek out these bastards, to kill and to maim Then the world would be full of people that are nice Who don't find it necessary to torture little mice But violence is not a very wise tool Perhaps there is something else the night wolf should do Like find ways to better his local community Through respect, equality and generosity! We could all learn a lesson from this nocturnal hound And enjoy our lives being safe and sound Free from racism and sexism and war And free from a system that oppresses the poor

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025