Ooh Crikey It's... Lawnmower Deth

Pointy teeth as sharp as blades, Ray Reardon haircut fallen from grace, Pointy sticks - they make him mad, 'Cos Dracula was our Ray's dad. Spook, Pery, Snooker Hall Crowley once challenged Ray to a game Losing your soul was the paying stake, Crowley used garlic, brightstone and fire, 'Cos fucking Ray Reardon is a vampire. Ray Reardon, Ray Reardon, We are all doomed Spook, Pery, Snooker Hall Referee, come clean the white, Dracula he makes a bite.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

It's that time of year, It's time to go abroad, It's time to go on holiday, And visit Betty Ford's. Get some beers right down my neck, I'm gonna get right out of my head, I can't help it, I'm not pure But Betty Ford's will have the cure. Alcohol, at Betty Ford's It's cost me loads of money, Money I could have blown, On buying loads of heroin, And smashing up grainies hortnes But now I've been to Betty Ford's Nearly all my life, I'm coing to copy Uzzy, And go and kill my wife.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down Weebles are around, Don't fall down Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble, Don't fall down.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

All year long we get a rough deal, Chewing at grass, enslaved in fields, Mowers in jumpers we're destined to be Slaughtered and turned into Big Mac of Wimpey. Baaaa Lrry Lamb is God, Bugger off, Ariba, ariba, Ie ou, Bollocks! Out of the sheepdip we must now rise, Destroy the state we so despise, With barbed glove in hand we'll destroy the bastards, As sheep lobby breaks free of pasture. Here he comes, he won't stop bleeding, Malicious rebellion, farmer retreating, Crocogator, sheep war cry, One moon gun, the farmer must die. All year long we get a rough deal, Chewing at grass, enslaved in fields, Mowers in jumpers we're destined to be Slaughtered and turned into Big Mac of Wimpy.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

When King Arthur sat down, On the river bank, He had a mighty vision, It really was quite wank. Lancer with your zancer Oi, Arthur, Come over here, Take thy sword, Now fuck off. Now so off he went, Back to see his one and only Gwendoline, In his hand he held, His sword and a pot of Vasele, He thought it was time, To try and prove that he really was a man, He thought it was quicker Getting home in the back of a Transit van. In he walked, up the stairs, Found his Mrs. wearing flares, He was not pleased, you could tell, He dropped his sword, the Vaseline fell. Hey, Arthur, you're my man, If you can't do it, no-one can, I like your sword, it feels so good, Don't you think we should be stood? Here we go dear, here's my hand, Let me place it on your gland, Come on dear, take my stick, An with it I'll show you a trick Come on dear, I'm getting angry, And my zance is becoming dangly, Then it' time we ate, I'll give you your dinner on a plate. The sword was needed no more, So he dropped it onto the floor, Into the corner it started to cower, 'Cos his sword was losing power. This is a story that must be told, To all of you young and old, If you're going to use your lancer, Make sure it's got a big zancer.

Can I cultivate your groinal garden?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Too much too high You smoke, you die Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob, Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob. Just one smoke that all it takes, Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes, You've smoked too much, you're starting to sob, Now you're going to answer to the planet of cobs. His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big, The chainsaws he uses, ain't not for cunning twigs. Too much, too high, You smoke, you die Hey, what's the problem with drugs these days, I mean, what the fuck does it matter, If I get a goddamn acid tablet, And shove it down the end of my penis. Too much, too high, You smoke, you die Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob, Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Stood next to me, The first degree, I saw the fall, And hit the floor. Did you spill my pint? I've got no beer, It means I'm queer, I'll start a fight, Punch out your lights. Did you eat my Dou-bial burger?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Enter the church, See the death, Hear the lawnmower, On Satan's breath. CHORUS: Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower Rape the virgin, Blades destroy the cross, Blood, gore and carnage, The lawnmower mosh. Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower Decomposing grassboxes, Carnage, blood and gore, Satanistic lawnmowers, Craving for more. Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower Bob Marley ...AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Don't talk to me about your scene, And that anarcho ideas are more than dreams, You've got a board and a baseball hat, Don't fill me with your right on crap. So you've got a board - Rad Dude, And you listen to sod - Rad Dude, And the scene is heaven - Rad Dude, You're only eleven - Rad Dude. No meat, no food, no sex, You never get the opportunity to shop at Next, You wish you were a big puffy glam, Then you wouldn't have to give a damn. Then I could spray my hair, About the ozone layer, I wouldn't care. Then I wish I was glam, Then I wouldn't give a damn, Then I could spray my hair, The ozone layer I don't care Rad dude I'm the Rad Dude

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch, You couldn't believe a rabbit looked to butch, His muscles ripped, there is death within his eyes, Other forms of life are things he does despise. Sumo Rabbit goes to nightclubs to kick some trendy ass, Thye drinks Nuclear Brown so he can have the glass, Then without a warning, he crushes it in his paw, Then without a flicker, he'll stuff it in your jaw. Then he goes to a food-bar to hassle the fuckin' owner, He starts by telling others that they are all? Then he has some food but won't pay lot the bill, Then to top the lot he goes inh for the kill. Sumo Into the fighting ring to everyone's surprise, Sumo throws a rabbit turd between his opponent's eyes, With a crash and an ear-splitting squeek, For his opponent it's the end of the fuckin' week.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Big Green Hungry Mean Maim mower, maim In your garden on your lawn, With your mower, Bobbing along doing jobs, Thinking life's just fine, You bend down, the mower frowns, You wonder why you bother, You bend down, the mower frowns, The last thing that you do. Blades are turning, burning, churning, Ripping at your flesh, Crashing, thrashing, mashing, bashring, Taking you lastbreath Big Mean Hungry Greeb Maim mower, maim.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Cobwoman of substance Bring me a cheese scone, Filled with yummy entrails, Let me dvour your ice cream buns. Peroy Thrower hamburgers dear, Pork pies filled with Roy Kinnear, Annie Lenox little baby, Covered with orions with lots of gravy. Mega-fast with clinically insane inane remblings (Ad lib_), Cobwoman of Deth meets Mr. Smellymop With this cheese cob I'll save the nation, Save my tummy from starvation. Do you wanna thrash? Cobwoman of Deth meets Mr. Smellymop

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

You've got no legs, don't come crawling to me

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

One, two, three, four. My name's Mr. Normaltyon, I'm just an ordinary type of bloke, My life's mundane, I hate my job, My life's mundane, I'm such a knob. I don't go icky ficky, I don't go icky ficky ficky I don't go bling, dong, bling, dong, I don't go ough, ahh, ough, ahh, I don't go biddleiddleiddleiddle, I don't go one, three, four. My name's Mr. Normaltyon, I'm just an ordinary type of bloke, My life's mundane, I hate my job, My life's mundane, I'm such a knob.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

My boss at work, Is such a twat, He wants to spank my bottom, With a cricket bat. He says he'll use, A Gunn and Moore, And spank my bottom 'till, It's really sore. Ooh he spanks me more and more, 'Till my bottom bleeds red raw.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Crikey!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Big and fat and bouncy, Rectangle on the floor, You bounce and bouncer, 'Till you can't take anymore, You'll bounce for ever, you try and look so mean, You'll wish you'd never been on Satan's Trampoline. How he's gone and got you, He's got you and got you, He's got you where he wants, Dressed in shorts and vest, You look like a real ponce, You'll bounce for ever, you try and look so mean, You'll wish you'd never been on Satan's Trampoline. How many times can you bounce up and down on Satan's big old Trampoline? I do not know, but I'll let you have a go on Satan's big old trampoline.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Who cares, if it's fiction of fact? The editorial management, they know where it's at, Power to crush, power to praise, They are lost in a dimwitted daze, Originallity really sucks, don't mean nothing in their books, Cliched bands to a written formula, Guaranteed press writing orders, Who cares, if it's fiction of fact? The editorial management, they know where it's at, Electricfy, crucify, They create, masturbate, Thrashing mad, really bad, Crucify, destroy and die

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, etc.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Is that your gut? Or the front of a bus? You should be ashamed of yourself. You look like a baloon, 'Cos you're so full of lard, It's good for none of our health. You fat bastard Facist and tubby

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Punk As FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Sunrise, I been up another night Sky-high and I've gone my way Don't know how long I've been awake Wound up in an amazing state Can't get enough And you know it's righteous stuff Goes up like prices at Christmas Motörhead, you sure got me Motörhead, alright Brain out, total amnesia Wake up to mental anesthesia Don't move or jump to the right Got me, though I've been right All good clean fun Have another stick of gum I'm feelin' better already Motörhead, look at me now Motörhead, alright Fourth day, five-day marathon We're moving like a parallelogram Don't move, in the morning I'll bе right I guess I'll see you on the ice I should bе tired But I'm wired Ain't felt this good for an hour Motörhead, remember me now Motörhead, alright Motörhead, remember me now Motörhead, remember me now Motörhead, remember me now Motörhead, alright

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 16, 2026

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When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch You couldn't believe a rabbit looked to butch His muscles ripped, there is death within his eyes Other forms of life are things he does despise Sumo Rabbit goes to nightclubs to kick some trendy ass Thye drinks Nuclear Brown so he can have the glass Then without a warning, he crushes it in his paw Then without a flicker, he'll stuff it in your jaw Then he goes to a food-bar to hassle the fuckin' owner He starts by telling others that they are all? Then he has some food but won't pay lot the bill THen to top the lot he goes inh for the kill Sumo Into the fighting ring to everyone's surprise Sumo throws a rabbit turd between his opponent's eyes With a crash and an ear-splitting squeek For his opponent it's the end of the fuckin' week

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 16, 2026

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Who cares, if it's fiction of fact? The editorial management, they know where it's at Power to crush, power to praise They are lost in a dimwitted daze Originallity really sucks, don't mean nothing in their books Cliched bands to a written formula Guaranteed press writing orders Who cares, if it's fiction of fact? The editorial management, they know where it's at Electricfy, crucify They create, masturbate Thrashing mad, really bad Crucify, destroy and die

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

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