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The Bloodputridfuckmachine will smash your stupid face.
It’ll boil your legs, bake your arms and beat you in a race.
The Bloodputridfuckmachine has a noteworthy skill.
It is the undisputed master of ill-willed kill…
Ing!
It’s ripped out bits from all around and nailed a bunch to trees.
Are you feeling trapped within your limbs? Well it’ll set you free!
How about them eyes of yours? They’ll be taken too.
They’ll be eaten first of all, then eaten again as poo.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Pissing your fuck to shit.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Cunt, cunt, cunt.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
You fucking cunty git.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Cunt, cunt, cunt!
It’s gonna fuck your shit, gonna shit your fuck.
You’ll be killed to death ‘cause you’re fuck outta luck.
It’ll shove your arse into your ear and make you listen clear.
Cut your toes, rip your lips, feed your foes and shake your hips…
Off!
Remember what you saw? Remember what you’ve seen?
Enough to make your stomach burst and tear apart your spleen.
Haunted by bad dreams, recollections and nightmares.
Memories of mammaries, mammaries by the millions!
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Pissing your fuck to shit.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Cunt, cunt, cunt.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
You fucking cunty git.
Bloodputridfuckmachine.
Cunt, cunt, cunt!
Indisputable, undebatable, darker than a goat.
Indecipherable screams come rushing from your throat.
Try to hold ‘em in, just try to be silent.
It’ll find you just the same, ‘cause it wants to be violent.
Turns out it’s me… ‘cause I’m really tough!
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Rough As Guts
01:02
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I’m very tough, I’m a really big guy.
The alpha-male with a bargain sale on masculine supplies.
The toughest fella what you ever seen,
The biggest, baddest mammoth-fucker right out of a movie scene.
I’m really very tough.
Rough as guts.
I cuts and cuts.
All you fucks.
Who aren’t rough as guts.
Tough as fuck.
I fuckin’ cut.
You right up.
‘Cause you ain’t rough as guts!
Enough with the toughness, let’s talk about my roughness.
I’m rough like a boulder what’s just beaten us yous.
I grind away gravel, I smash stone to bits.
I rock harder than your father I can almost do the splits.
Rough as guts.
I cuts and cuts.
All you fucks.
Who aren’t rough as guts.
Tough as fuck.
I fuckin’ cut.
You right up.
‘Cause you ain’t rough as guts!
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Blasphemy Is A Big Word
01:47
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How many churches must I burn before I make your stomach turn?
I want you cunts to go get fucked, your mates preachin’ gay-hate can go get their butts plugged.
Oi, this God bloke sounds like a cunt!
Flog your Christ, I'll hurl my spit.
Your shit books and dumb clothes are all a bunch of shit.
Don't think, don't speak, just shut up and pray.
Keep wasting your kid-fucking life away.
And also fuck off!
I'll eat the flesh of virgins and revel in my sin.
I'll keep the cross where it belongs: in the fuckin’ bin!
To hell with god, Jesus can suck it.
This holy spirit? Yeah I think I can fuck it.
What of this Mary, this so-called virgin?
Do you think that your god's that much of a surgeon?
This holy seed, the immaculate conception...
Or Joseph's less-than-spiritual insemination?
Flog your Christ, I'll hurl my spit.
Your shit books and dumb clothes are all a bunch of shit.
Don't think, don't speak, just shut up and pray.
Keep wasting your kid-fucking life away.
I'll eat the flesh of sturgeons and play scrabble with their skin.
I'll chuck you cocks where you belong: in the fuckin’ bin!
Yeah cop that you cunts!
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