Speed Freak Killer

Stalking watching plotting Hiding in the food court Sickening jolliness Everything so shiny Sends me over the edge Waiting in the car park Santa's finished his shift Now the fat cunt's gonna die Christmas is cancelled Die you fat cunt

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Wobbling from side to side Struggling to gain speed Regret burns in your legs You're not going very fast I laugh as I drive past Real slow Laughing as i drive past Pay the price in sweat to look cool Defying logic to join the crowd Now you're pushing it uphill Pushing your shit uphill Burned at the lights by schoolkids Fighting an uphill battle In your quest for cool

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Nobody knows About the bones Stashed up the back of the shed Haven't told my friends About the heads Buried under the bricks My neighbours Will never see The fingers in the fridge Nobody knows About all the blood That's gone down the sink Or the chopped up guts Or the butchered flesh Or the human brains I'm currently digesting Concealing the brains I'm digesting Got a mad collection Nobody knows Got indigestion But I can not stop

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Speed freak killer Chewing on his tongue Sweat running down his face Digging really fast Disco clothes covered in dirt Shallow grave Digging fast It happened in a blink of his eye A dilated pupil All urges heightened Tweaked out Deranged Speed freak killer Doesn't know where he's been

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

You claim "Aussie pride" But wear the flag as a cape Try to talk about culture Bastardise the Southern Cross Talk like all the Yanks That you watch on TV every night While you stuff your stupid face With Ronald's dirty burgers Stuck with the same tatt As all your dickhead mates Say fuck off we're full From the couch in your McMansion How can you have nationalism When your country is a mongrel?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Fly the flag Get stabbed in the neck Blood on ya ute Got glass in ya neck Blind drunk yobbos Cop a bottle to the head Blind drunk yobbos In the back of an ambulance Battle of the bogans An entire paddock full of macho men And the roughest shielas This side of a wool shed

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

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Pretentious wankers wanking over stupid wanky riffs Who gives a fuck if they play fast? It always sounds weak as piss So many shit bands Math metal makes me mad! Weird timing shit might work for John Zorn But metal should be true like Priest and Slayer

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025