Lyrics


I Ate Your Son

 Ha fuck you!
Your son was walking home from his choir concert,
he was doing a gay little strut
and humming NXS songs.
He was with his friend who was wearing a Sting shirt.
I threw a rock at his friend
and beat him senseless.
I ate your son
and put his friend's body under a porch.

I Ate Your Son!

*Lyrics: Michael*

Herpes Are Cool

*An undecipherable second-long bludge of sound*

Chapin Eats Dirt

Chapin has ringworm because she eats dirt
she gets a big bucket and eats it all alone in her basement.
She sits with a spoon and devoures dirt by the spoonful
Then she tells everybody
and gets pissed when people make fun of her.

Chapin eats dirt (x4)

She buries herself in dirt
and eats her way out.
She's eaten her yard completely.
She robs gardening stores for dirt,
and then she gets ringworm.

Chapin eats dirt, you're gay! (x4)

*Lyrics: Michael*

If This Goat Keeps Trying To Get Me To Vote For Him, I'll Shoot Him

Goddamnit!
I'm sitting here trying to abuse crack,
and look through cheap pornography,
but this goat keeps talking about tax reductions and partisans.
I think he's running for president,
but I took to much speed to remember.
So he keeps rambling on with democratic shit
and if he says the word "international" one more time
I'll shove that can he's chewing up his ass.
And if hes shakes my hand one more time
I'm gonna shoot him in his face.

I'm just trying to get high
but this goat's running for president
I'm gonna take an artillery rifle
and shoot him in the face.

So I'm snorting coke, listening to fundings
when I finally punch that fucking goat in his gut.
But he gets really wild and bucks me in the ass.
So I grab his horns and kick his unstable knees.
I tackle him to the ground and punch him really hard, He whinneys and cries out in pain.
I grab my winston and blow out his brains.

I'm getting high,
stained in goat blood.
I blew out his brains,
and had sex with his dead body.

*Lyrics: Justin*

Damn It

Damn it!
You're gay you fagot (x8)

Your son likes Pokemon!
You're gay you fagot (x8)

You're gay you fagot (x alot)

*Lyrics: Justin*

The Really Gay Song

Sometimes I like crimping my hair
Sometimes I like baking a cake
Sometimes I like going to school
Sometimes I like playing pretend
Sometimes I like having tea parties
Sometimes I wonder about all the fun I'll have tomorrow
Sometimes I like riding my bike
Sometimes I wish the scholiosis wouldn't hurt
Sometimes I look in a mirror and say "You're special" and give myself a hug
Sometimes I watch PBS
Sometimes I dream I'm married to Oprah
Sometimes I'm naughty and sneak a cookie before dinner
Sometimes I'm really naughty and stay up past 8:30
Sometimes I wish I was a down syndrome baby
Sometimes I feel sad, but it's ok
Sometimes I wave at the postman
Sometimes I play with Jerahmia Conner
Sometimes I like playing at the park
Sometimes I like romping in the forest
Sometimes I like playing board games
Sometimes I pretend I'm an astonaut
Sometimes I fuck your mom!
You are so unbelieviably fucking gay!

*Lyrics: Justin*

Country Is Gay

Country is gay (x alot)

*Lyrics: Michael*

War Veterans Don't Deserve to Live

Those bastards went to the frontline of danger
to ensure us of our freedom and life
The US should have dropped the bomb on vietnam while our troops were still posted
Fuckin' war veterans don't deserve to live
they're all old and all they do is complain
Call me Charlie Cong, I'm going to kill all the eyepatch wearing mother fuckers
I don't appreciate their wisdom
and I don't appriciate their deeds
I want to take a shotgun and blast out their knees
I'll push them down a hill into the interstate
hurt the motherfuckers and rape them
Toss a cinderblock through their window and burn their house down
My country tis of thee
bring you into my land of misery
Your eyes will bleed
And you will cough blood
I'll stain the flag red with you

*Lyrics: Justin*

I'm Ted Kazynski's Mom

Remember that bastard with the cool hair?
I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA!
He was really crazy, and he bombed everybody.
I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA!
I'm Gonna tie your head to my car and drive away.
I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA!
I'm his mom, and his father's a baby gazelle.
I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA!
I'm Ted Kazynski's Mom (x 2)
I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA! (x alot)

*Lyrics: Justin*

A Short Song

I burned your house down
it was cool
YAY!

*Lyrics: Michael*

I Push Less Fortunate Children In Front Of On-Coming Traffic

There are children less fortunate than us in the world,
they can barely afford food, clothing, or shelter;
Does not that make them less divine than us?
Do we not have the right to push them in front of on-coming traffic?

You poor fuck,
you have no purpose in life!
I'll make sure you leave your mark on life:
red on the asphalt.
Hopefully after you've been hit,
you'll live long enough for me to get in my car
and run your puny, hungry ass over.
A car, a jeep, a truck
I don't discriminate,
any vehicle is good to flatteb a fucking poor kid.
Hit 'em real hard! Die poor children!

Hit 'em with your bumper, kill them! (x 4)
I puch less fortunate children in front of on-coming traffic!

*Lyrics: Justin*

You Like Smash Mouth

You like Smash Mouth!
You're gay (x alot)

*Lyrics: Justin*

I Like Abusing Starving 3rd World Children

You look like a fucking skeleton,
so I'll smash your legs out with a baseball bat.
I'll laugh when your bones shatter into little pieces,
you stupid starving fuck.
Fucking eat something.
Stop looking so damn ugly.
I don't want to send you any money,
I'd rather kick you in the fucking balls,
and hit your skinny ass fucking baby
in the fucking head with a sledge hammer.
I'd rather stomp on your fucking knees,
and molest you in your boney ass.
You damn poor piece of shit,
get a job and eat something.
Stop looking so fucking pathetic,
and wipe my cum off your face.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Get those fucking flies away
so I can kick you in the fucking boney back,
and rip your arms out of your sockets,
you fucking starving piece of shit.

*Lyrics: Michael*

I Had A 3-Some With Your Mom & A Drunken Tibetense Whore

ARRRR!
I had sex with your mom!
I stuck myself in every single orafice.
We made up new sexual positions with a drill.
I slapped that bitch across the face
and kicked her until I heard ribs break.
Some drunk Tibetenese whore started to get off to the sight.
We ended up using chocolate, whipped, cream and razors behind a grocery store.
We saw your dad pleasing old men for money.
Then I got bored
So I crashed a fire truck into a childrens hospital.

I fucked your mom
while a drunken Tibetenese whore played with her bush.
I'll punch you in the gut
and rape some sheep.

*Lyrics: Justin*

I Can't Get My Testicles To Shut The Fuck Up

I hate my testicles,
they carry on stupid conversations.
All they talk about is how they want to be on Hollywood Squares.
They talk about Roseanne and John Tesh.
They ramble on of X-Men,
and won't shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up! (x2)
I'll fucking cut you off!
Shut the fuck up! (x2)

I'm going to take a hook
and shove it in lefty,
and make him beg for his family.
I'm gonna beat righty with a hammer
until it pops like a baby on cement,
then they'll shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up! (x2)
I'll fucking cut you off!
Shut the fuck up! (x2)

*Lyrics: Justin*

School Shootings Are Cool

Everyone at school hates you
cause you're ugly and stupid and don't fit in.
You're girlfriend broke up with you
cause you're a fucking freak.
There's only one thing you can do
to make yourself feel better:
Get a gun
get a gun and run to your school
and shoot all the bastards.
You're gay!
School shootings are cool.

Shoot them all! (x4)

Before you go to school
be sure to kill your family.
And make a video confession
explaining why you did it,
you'll be remembered forever.
You're gay!
School shootings are cool.

Shoot them all! (x4)

You're ugly and stupid and nobody likes you,
you should kill everyone,
that would show them how cool you are.
Your stupid bitch girlfriend dumped you,
now they'll dump her body in a morgue.
You're gay!
School shootings are cool.

Shoot them all! (x4)
School shootings are cool (x alot)

*Lyrics: Michael*

If you don't like us...

If you don't like us...
...don't fucking listen to us.(x4)
If you think we suck...
...don't fucking listen to us. (x4)
If we offend you...
...don't fucking listen to us. (x4)
If you don't like us...
...don't fucking listen to us. (x alot)

*Lyrics: Michael*


Francsis Rhoe Is Always Naked

Francis Rhoe is always naked
He is not known for wearing cloths for a long period of time
That is because he is always naked

*Lyrics: Justin*


I Ate The Pope

I ate the pope

*Lyrics: Justin*


I Rob Convienent Stores For Crank Money

Ah! Crank!
I need to some crank! Gimmie a fix!
I stay up late at night and sneak down to the convinient store
Errrrr
I climb in and steal the money
Errrrr
I then can support my addiction
Errrrr (x 3)

*Lyrics: Justin*


Henry

Henry!

*Lyrics: Michael & Justin*


Ah Shiet Nigga (Phat Remixx)

Ah shiet nigga (x alot)

*Lyrics: Justin & Michael*


We're Popular

We're popular!
We're popular
We sell lots of merchandise
Lots of fans come to our shows
We have lots of groupies felate us
We're popular

*Lyrics: Justin*


We're Rock Stars

We're rock stars!
We're rock stars
We sell lots of merchandise
Lots of fans come to our shows
We have lots of groupies felate us
We're rock stars

*Lyrics: Justin*


We're The Virgin Mary

 We're the Virgin Mary!
We're the Virgin Mary
We sell lots of merchandise
Lots of fans come to our shows
We have lots of groupies felate us
We're the Virgin Mary

*Lyrics: Justin*


Yeah

Yeah Earg We sell lots of merchandise
Lots of fans come to our shows
We have lots of groupies felate us
Earg

*Lyrics: Justin*


We're Jesus Christ

We're Jesus Christ! We're Jesus Christ We sell lots of merchandise
Lots of fans come to our shows
We have lots of groupies felate us
We're Jesus Christ

*Lyrics: Justin*


I Will Kill The Pope

The pope is a dress wearing rapist
He enjoys sex with filthy drug patients
He carves crosses into his penis
and masturbates the war god
The pope shaves off his pubic hair
and makes morbid turtle soup with it
Various walri asses are torn to shreds
from his bestial butt rape sessions

I hate the pope, I will kill the pope

I'm going to construct
The Almighty Death Umbrella Of Vomit & Bastardism
and ride makeshift pigeons to the Vatican
I heretically eat the cardinals
and a razor blade taco
I break into the pope's chambers
while he's having sex with Oliver Twist
Then I kill him by raping him with Saint Francis Of Assisi

*Lyrics: Justin*


Fat People Don't Deserve To Live

You big piece of shit
You suck down more ho-hos than you do dicks
I hate all of your fat asses
If I was you I'd walk towards a subway train
You fat fuck
I advise you to lay down on train tracks
I would feel sorry for the conductor when he got derailed,
unless he was fat, cause then he could burn in hell
I want to beat you with a tire iron
and cut open your knees
gluttony is a sin, a son for which you will die


You fat shit, die! (x 3)


You have 12 STD's from whores who are the only people who'd fuck you
and most of the time they turn down your money in disgust
You're full of bed soars and your own waste
I'll assault you with a fire hose
and bounce your rolls against cemement


*Lyrics: Justin*


I Didn't Kill Princess Diana, But I Sure Wish I Had

Princess Diana was a stupid fucking cunt
she had an affair cause her husband was a fucking pussy
Everytime I saw her I got drunk and beat my son
everytime I heard her name I starved my elderly parents
everynight I prayed to Frank Oz for her demise
then she proved she was an even dumber cunt
by climbing in a fucking limo with a drunk
then they crashed and her entrails were spewed about the asphault
The etire world was shocked, and they all cried
I laughed so hard I wet myself
I celebrated with a huge fucking party
Where I forgot that I had AIDS and I fucked your sister
I dance naked on Diana's grave
and burned the church she attended


Princess Diana is fucking dead, YAY! (x alot)

*Lyrics: Justin*