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Virus Des Lebens
Kamasutra
Tantra Sexuality-- http://www.tantra.com/index.html
Body manipulation-piercings
Body scarification-Use your imagination.
Body suspensions, and all that wicked shit.
Pretty boy with a gun, bang- bang, fun- fun.
Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it’s your wife!
Heroin, load my blood, shoot- shoot, fun- fun.
Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don’t believe, we are the congress of the new disease.
Pretty thing with no head, that’s OK, better off dead!
Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair!
Pretty girl, what’s she worth? Stick it where it really hurts!
Government experiment, welcome to my accident.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don’t believe, we are the congress of the new disease.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, and we have no fear, we are the anti of all you hold dear.
Social disease, down on your knees. Covered in fleas, give me a freeze.
I am a clown, I am disgrace. It’s always thrown up in my face.
Through ignorance, I always fight. Better face it, I’m always right.
We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem.
We do it wrong, we don’t believe, we are the congress of the new disease...
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And we hide behind,
Lies, anger, Hate they shoo love away,
Build shells of ourselves outside,
It shelters body from cold reigns of reality,
Come on, Step out, of your rind, assemble strength, focus,
Release and run to me you can never look back to the visions
from the
past they fade and wilt in time,
You’ve got to just trust me to hold your hand through,
Then I turn and walk away,
Eclipse you,
And bleed you strip you of your states of ain soph aur,
Eclipse you,
I spit up on my plate and I push everything away,
I need,
And we sever all ties,
It creates disruption midst circle of friends,
I become the sacrifice,
Spare your life and leave me to my misery,
Get off the cross, and save yourself, run away
Run now get away from me if I can get my grip I’ll pull you down
into
the hell I call my head you’ll never get away
I sit down in my ugly place and build walls out of fragments
from my
past of all the people that I needed and loved that walked away,
You’ve got to just trust me to hold your hand through then I’ll
turn
and walk away
I walk under the clouds of gray,
Sphere of storms in my head,
I’m trapped again in endless rain
I divorce the thoughts of you I love with me,
I divorce your innocence and my guilt,
I divorce the lying sellout confidence,
I’m divorcing every mother f**kin’ thing
I divorce the love bled meaningless,
I divorce the makeshift harmony,
I divorce the taunting acts of violence,
I divorce the pastime of jealousy,
I divorce control,
I divorce the faith,
I divorce the virtue,
I divorce the rain,
I divorce the excuse,
I divorce the greed,
I divorce the need,
I divorce iniquity in this mother f**kin’ bullshit life,
Just want it all to go away,
Just want to run away to die, take it, myself, my life
Text book f**king mental, off me and pitch me in a hole
I’ll always be your shadow,
And veil your eyes from states of ain soph aur,
I can’t be the hero anymore,
I spit up on my plate and then I turn and walk away,
I spit up on my plate and I disrupt the family,
I spit up on my plate and I sever the entity,
And I feel your warm sun on my face
Separate .
Eclipse you and bleed you strip you of your states of ain soph
aur,
I need you,
It’s always been this way, I push it all away,
From me
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Inconclusion
(Dee Snider, Anton Sanko, Tristan Avakian)
I’ve died a thousand times, drowned in a sea of lies
Walked every path, through every door
Oh, how I’ve suffered through, a wicked man can do
But blind they can’t ignore the things I have in store
These are the lies and in paradise
They can suffer for a few, never knowing they were used
This is the way, thing that needs them to the stay
Driven by the blackened heart, swaying as they come apart
What’s done can’t be undone, you’re not the chosen one
Toleration seeps from every poor
Darkness anticipate, what’s right you can’t agrate
You struggle to ignore the things worth fighting for
These are the lies and in paradise
They can suffer for a few, never knowing they were used
Don’t turn away, get down to your knees and pray
I’m the things you dare not hate, for the pain you look the same
These are the lies, these are the lies, the little lies
These are the lies, these are the lies, the dirty little lies
These are the lies, these are the lies, the dirty little lies
These are the lies, these are the lies, the dirty little lies
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My kind of bitch ain’t like your bitch
Cuz my bitch don’t bitch at all
My bitch don’t blink she don’t even think
About money or fuckin mall
My kind of bitch don’t fix her hair
She don’t care about what she wears
Cuz she’s much too busy pulling the worms
Out her butt she ain’t bathed in years
My kind of bitch I’ll never forget
We forced met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword
I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks call me Violent J"
She picked her nose and flicked it at me
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don’t fix her hair
She don’t care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don’t fix her hair
She don’t care about what she wears
Fuck that!
My kind of bitch has a hole in her neck
And has to talk like this "I love you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistle every time we kiss
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one’s skinny and red
She can make the one jiggle
The other one don’t do shit but just sit their dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire and we all had to spit
In her face just to put it out
My kind of bitch is a little loopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that loop and fold the flop
And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one’s skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
"Hello? Um, my name is J. I’m from Detroit. I’m looking for a girl,
who’s, um, dead. Um, a girl who can possibly forfill some of my
fetishes. Which include, um, dipping your titties in Faygo and
slapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and landing
on my balls. Uh..."
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her legs
Then give my homie’s ends (haha what’s up, man!)
She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep then...
"Hello? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I’m lookin for a girl with a
big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.
And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my balls scratched.
And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my balls at the same
time, that’s a must. And I’m looking for a girl who can stretch
titties and stuff em in her ass."
Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I’m looking for a bitch
I’m looking for a girl to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)
We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)
I’m looking for a girl to die with
If you’re already dead, that’s cool
You can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of bitch)
I’m looking for a girl to squeeze me
I’m looking for a girl to squeeze my balls
Let me squeeze your neck
"This is Lisa. I’ve been a bad, bad girl."
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Pigie pie....old school
Once upon a time there were three little pigs
who went out into the big world
to build thier homes and seek thier fortunes.
The first little piggy his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin’ swine!
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster
The sherrif at the border ,he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam’s apple out!
Walked in the village and to the piggy’s place
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half
But I’m a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge out the back of his cranium!!
CHORUS:
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There’s nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The Carnival’s in town- come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mother fuckin dick
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights
I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out- we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in persuit like Starski and Hutch
But theres only two of them-the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they bullet-proof vests
We lead them in a chase,they bustin off rounds
But now they all fucked cuz we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by their very on breed
DARK CARNIVAL and wicked clowns because we need....
CHORUS 2xs
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it- the gaurd he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
Cuz this little piggy must defianatly die!
How my life is lookin off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fightin for they meals
He sleeps on a matress stuffed with hundered dollar bills
A richey is the devil- he never will admit it
So I’m ’a cut his hand off and slap his face wit’ it
Opened up his door, he sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him its too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate
Cuz I need...
CHORUS 4x |
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