"i kill little kids" copyright (c) BRADO 1996/98 All rights reserved
you're not gonna hurt me, are you mister? i just wanna go home to my mommy
i kill little kids i rip off their heads
my name is clifford olsen locate the dead (parts) per million
!@#$ed the feds just like the kids i screwed the r.c.m.p.
where could the dead children be? money makes a family
a donut and some coffee sells just like controversy i promise i won't tell anybody
i kill little kids i rip off their heads i cut off their arms a spoonful of lucky charms
ugh! murdering i can't sing pedophile in denial jesus christ
can't save me satan's sex rape is free ha ha ha bra bra bra
i'm gonna use my (love) gun i'm gonna have some fun
i'm gonna use my knife i'm gonna take your life
serial killer helps the cemetery comin' after kids they are history
i kill little kids i rip off their heads i cut off their arms a spoonful of lucky charms
"cyborg anti-christ" copyright (c) BRADO 1996/98 All rights reserved
separate from civilized life we have entered a germ station
lost communication with god enter with the deviation
a walking time bomb's what we are murderous infatuation
neighbours are fighting in the streets unleash all your aggravation
kill all the mortal enemies let them face retaliation
lose yourself in the thought, and kill for total annihilation
you're all gonna adapt or die feel the discrimination
nothing lives with our solution of burning extermination
born losers are quite dangerous we are one with the retardation
the naked gospel is coming we shall never see salvation
we're mentally overcrowded we can't hold on to sanity
trauma centered inside our mind identify with savagery
prepare yourself for the blood age majorities disintegrate
modus operandi tells all minors to enter the gate
the leftovers speak for themselves can you see all the confusion
you must meet death to be destined brought about by social fusion
electronics steal the soul
delivering us to evil we are the sand that turns to glass
in the afterworld's realm broke by the hand that burns our grass
his majesty, satan, is paged our work with him has been engaged
industrial technology meets computer biology
"mafia" copyright (c) BRADO 1996/98 All rights reserved
we're gonna kill all of you the pigeons are gonna pay
happy valentine's massacre we'll throw your bodies in the bay
we are from the old country we have formed a family
we all come from sicily we love-a the spagetti
we're gonna kill all of you stuff a canary in the rat
wear columbian neckties beat you on the head with a bat
mafia-mafia casino-casino godfather-godfather execute-execute
we listen to sinatra we obey father pa-pa
the smurfs sing tra-la-la-la(-la-la) where the hell's jimmy hoffa?
"satan satan satan" copyright (c) BRADO 1996/98 All rights reserved
satan satan satan he is so fun satan satan satan he's number one
satan satan satan we all love you satan satan
satan satan satan his son wears red the mark of the beast is on my forehead
i can't wait to go to hell when i'm dead satan satan
satan satan satan loves scooby-doo satan satan satan and shaggy too
satan satan satan kill everyone satan satan
i never cared for this life in the least sooner or later i will be deceased
and when the time comes i'll be with the beast satan satan
"the whorror" copyright (c) BRADO 1996/98 All rights reserved
oh oh oh oh oh oh hey the horror
ooh baby uh yeah oh the whore
yeah oh whippity wah do wah day the horror
oh uh oh uh yeah oh the whore
vampires on surfboards in the clouds of satan
everybody's prayin' for a james dean hero
the hospital room's the only world i've known
i wonder why i've died and become a zombie
life doesn't taste so good so whyami still lickin'?
respect me for i am screamin' my epitaph
sexually discharged suck (!@#$) me like your semen/demon
the torture is the flesh the flesh it/is the horror
all lyrics (c) & (p) 199?/98 BRADO CREAMED CORN All rights reserved SOCAN
"the asylum"
rubber room padded cell
i'm insane can't break free
straight jacket locks my limbs
motionless i still see
narcotics influence
persona i'm not me
orderlies violate
injuring this can't be
big fat nurse raping me
sweating lard !@#$ the ham
the mess hall serves dead sh*t
just smile eating spam
bullet holes scarred my brain
thanks a lot son of sam
alien in my head
neurosis - !@#$ing damn!
"kevorkian"
help me commit suicide (x3) t;p> ah ha ha ha
help me jack kevorkian (x3)
my doctor death
not the same in my flesh
something's changed let me rest
i'm not me and want death
someone else is inside
i'm missing my person
scattered thinking puzzle
i've no survival quest
must make due with a pest
being my own defeat
i hate my inner one
if only i could stop
and trace my own lifeline
based upon the others
that seemed to of lived great
should i finally find
my original case
i'll still be different
to entertain others
i'm so sick and tired of this life
it is so boring and pathetic
(gonna be another) dead rock star
(might as well be a) dead rock star
i'm so sick of throwing up bile
russian roulette johnny ace style
"kill the hippies"
alone on the block i start to stalk
with a bat i am ready to knock
i believe in self-propriety
!@#$ this hippie-shit society
straight-edge is the life i want to lead
a high powered rifle's all i need
people living false realities
shall become sudden fatalities
all narcotics users shall be killed
their lifeless bodies are gunshot filled
survival of the fittest with smarts
look at druggies' scattered body parts
you shall no longer struggle and cope
when i annihilate that damn dope
kill the hippies
kill you hippy
"flushing human brains"
flushing human brains
and clogging up my drains
good riddance to them
i suck bloody phlegm
ice picking you down,
i am licking your crown
my evil has arised,
you've met your demise
remaining to harm the honest,
butchering for entertainment,
my pact with evil
influencing others to die,
enjoying the sights of torture,
we suffer darkness
living for the thrill of a kill,
revenge satisfies the lacking
of protection
slaughtered bodies decomposing,
all the flies seem disorganized,
as they repossess
naked little girl will cry
she begins to hurl and die
the !@#$ing bitch had gotten sick
cause her maxi pad had rotten dick
all i can say is they will die
they begin to hurl and cry
yes, i am really very sick
i have some sort of psycho kick
dead end, let's meet, barrel to head
trigger is pulled, body jerks tight
nowhere is found, i'm on the ground
leave me alone, i've gone back home
my trip finished, flashbacks erase
datelines i lived, written by blood
to scare people, provoke some thought
results arise, remains divide
all of the bodies are misplaced
disfigured by me and disgraced
my murder victims i do hide
there are no laws i shall abide
flush!
"bernardo's town"
come back come back come back
to bernardo's town
girls such a long time
since your bodies were found
karla's gonna pay
a flashlight's paul's way
dare her to
come back come back come back
to bernardo's town
serving a little time
then karla's freedom bound
deal with the devil
media helps to kill
we should all
come back come back come back
to bernardo's town
in port dalhousie
"dead tire"
with fully automatic fire
i shot a car and blew a tire
people inside? who gives a (damn) !@#$?
i have just made their life really suck
well, i killed them as a great favour
such mangled mess, for bloody flavor
say, no one is innocent 'round here
the dead dudes in the car can not steer
ha! ha! ha! ha! they are !@#$ing dead!
i hope they like the funeral bed!
target practice was never so fun
and here come the cops, i better run
here comes a dead tire rolling it's
final rotation to nothingness
the commercial's guarantee: fifty
thousand kilometers or it's free
"church murderer"
church murderer (x8)
all the church choir
doused with gasoline
set them on fire
an unholy scene
church murderer (x8)
the congregation
given lsd
extermination
drug lord satan's fee
church murderer (x8)
as i masturbate
worshipping satan
necrophilia
grave desecration
church murderer (x8)
!@#$ you! ha! ha!
"hermaphrodite"
this is a song about
the rare hermaphrodite
just listen to what i say
and you'll see the light
this song involves sex
with a hermaphrodite
now, if you are prejudice,
please don't start a fight
a bi-sexuals supreme fantasy
- now just what could that be?
now it's not a homosexual man
- then is it a woman?
trust me, this thing is not a lesbian
- then just what could it be?
it has a penis and a vagina
- i believe i'm in love
so you think you're in love
with a hermaphrodite
a person with both sex
organs is such a sight
you know if you have sex
with a hermaphrodite
i personally guarantee
you'll (!@#$) screw all night
a person with balls and vaginal walls
- it sounds too good to be
it has got a pole along with a hole
- is this thing for real?
two sexes in one to double the fun
- hey! i think i now know!
it has gotta be a hermaphrodite
- and if so, i'm in love!
so you think you're in love
with a hermaphrodite
just give yourself a chance
and i think you just might
go for performing sex
with a hermaphrodite
and your reason would be
cause it just feels right!
"iron teeth"
i am iron teeth! you don't know what i want
with your country! who will stop me when i
come to power? where will you take off to
when i conquer? how many sacrificed?
doesn't matter! what fate has hell dealt you
this century? are you ready
to fall into nothing?
in the early 20th century after jesus' death
on russian soil a baby was born
and thus given life's breath
now this young human's life was no
ordinary average soul
a legend states that the baby's birth marks
a significant role
for this little one came equipped with his
own set of iron teeth
a priest christened the child that was
an oracle from beneath
the priest observed that the iron toothed
child was a miracle
"this is no miracle," replied the
baby to the man of god
"the miracle is yet to come!" and
instantly the baby died
the miracle which is coming is
the dawn of the anti-christ
(jesus christ is the) anti-christ!
(jesus christ is the) anti-christ!
may i have a list of the damned?
smelling progress in decay
"demon coming"/"surfer 34"
the trouble is caused by the rapes of a nun
a priest will fail to abort satan's son
satan's tail wagged inside her !@#$ing crack
all of the old evil come comes from his sack
impregnation came with satan's sick semen
now the anti-christ will be born: a demon
satan's erection has spread the infection
a black magic deed makes a mutant seed
just like them pesky fleas,
other's land he'll cease
welcome hell to the earth, the
anti-christ meets birth
realize the coming of
the demon coming(?!!)
i shall say "welcome to hell,
you foolish pawns!"
ugly ducklings, turned into
satanic swans
what have we, but
this hell on earth
forrest gump, :in vietnam:
"charlie don't surf!"
"cyborg anti-christ" continued...
power and knowledge turns tables
welcome the ones who wear sables
they are the unenlightened souls
they came through atmospheric holes
the anti-christ is a cyborg
"rasputin"
rasputin was a russian
rasputin -- da comrade
"malicki says..."
oh six-hundred sixty-six! i'm completely isolated non-conformists are my brethren immortalized entertainer i'm following the impulses drinking towards stupidity religion helps my journey home lunatics triumph over me utilize all the elements i sin without hesitation enchanting for animation old believers need tradition the night easily keeps me dark brutality is from the blood factions rule all into fractions paganism independence extreme prejudice is extreme peasants see true reality a holy fool is one who cares communicating's the tool someday i will win without war overthrow the corrupt government anarchy dismantle the pieces one by one destroying pointless cause foolish way nervosa displacement stock yourself up with some weaponry prep for war when we fight a battle hand to hand no man's land maggots will prosper on the fallen human life eat the flesh abandoned from the soul the dead lost flies arise from our graves evolving take control oh six-hundred sixty-six!
"resonating dead frequencies"
time exposure beneficial learn from burden salvationist deliverance from all evil the next world thy kingdom come brain disorder retaliate overflowing with excitement dark emitting final entry screaming echoes lead you astray follow your lead guide followers influencing composition
"some cheese"
we all have someone masking what they see people just frighten broken impressions the bed will collapse when people awake the craftmatic hell no more cheese movies
"...the 13 steps... (a welcomed suicide)
such brilliance - cancelled out all the might - rearranged into art - scattered on the cold walls - and warmth is disengaged - welcome to the cold front - hostess death
"word: satan - number: beast"
the word of satan constantly being spread is constantly the word of satan the beast within makes himself known by the number tattooed to you
"the graveyard's beauty"
a curious shift in architecture nothing's better than the graveyard's beauty the bodies hidden away from the light and underneath life awaiting trial
"satan falls'"
satan is my jesus jesus is my satan the false prophet the falls' prophet
"distorted tombstone"
only one tombstone unexplored feeling do not hesitate greetings to the black symptoms satisfy i have a girl she is my headache keep me slow burning encounter more years distorted coolness
"the fallen empire fig"
from work to power from force to might i ruled the tower i ruled the site greed was gift hate was lust need brought drift fate brought bust a fallen empire is all i own a fallen empire recall my stone
"the rejected"
we are the rejected underground anarchists you put us in the lowest class separated cause we're not in normalities? - we don't impress you won't accept our strange beliefs we are the peoples' underground we will conquer at any time when the time is right, we will strike and you will be consumed by us if you do not join our evil you will become buried alive we are the most savage of beasts ready to rise above your feet we are the rejected underground anarchists we are really original appearance that's interference our perspective involves your death we are the subjects of ridicule total chaos is what we want we will destroy and redesign our behavior will take your lives fuck social ties, they're filled with lies we are self-employed - indie controls the artistic - hate performance nail hammer to a money making dead tree loved by evil we are the rejected underground anarchists you put us in the lowest class we are really original we will make you the rejected
"labia"
i'm gonna make love to you your vagina's gonna pay happy valentine's massacre don't try to lie and say you're gay your cunt wreaks, it's so stinky yes, i know, i'm too kinky i stick you with my dinky it's better than your pinky i'm gonna make love to you stuff my big hairy in your cat tella buncha dirty lies beat you on the head with a bat labia labia tomato tomato (don't say no don't say no) hamburger hamburger pussy cat pussy cat don't you !@#$in' touch that bra stop screamin' oh ma ma won't you moan ah ah baa baa who made rape against the law?!!
"i am a !@#$ing artist"
i don't need your sympathy sure, sometimes i take strange pills and at time hallucinate but someday you will see me i would love to nail you i live my life as nothing
"dead lost"
lost in a world without normal human perception slowly stalking an unknown humanoid: watching and waiting now the moment to confront the extra-terrestrial life we meet, talk: "any hits?" surely enough the most alien species indulges those perspective altering narcotics being free to a new aura of life, my newly found friend and i consumed drugs - we coasted off to a weird world of great peace and tranquility (brought on by tranquilizers) where all was balanced in a free flowing care environment desired needs: gimmie-a-fixes were totally killed off the alien and i became one with our surroundings all of this one being individual to the same scene a component of a puzzle creating universal harmony through unified culture: an art's masterpiece and as gods of no care critiqued, i had found satisfaction my lifetime achievement through a stranger, for i had touched death.
"untitled/dead lost 2?"
i think i'm dead i don't know though do the dead think? i've never been dead before so am i wasting precious time now? i wonder if i should have some expectations maybe death is something i have been involved with always and so i am my own demise i hope that's what it is but what does that earn at this point? i can't share that thought with other ones because they're either dead like me or alive and out of reach i guess i'll just lie here like a dead-dead object no more worries but what about the others i've left behind? oh well it doesn't matter that much any how for they'll all become hellbound through time i wish i had a cigarette but then again what use would that be without a structure to use to inhale and exhale with let alone enjoy the killer with this dead life sucks i wonder why science gave me nothing to look forward to when it has offered me a before approach of my existence: life and death are like evil siblings related they hate each other.
"one aleister crowley"
now aleister crowley was a spiritual man an artist of the occult repulsed by the christian ways so he followed his own faith a supernatural church his peers disapproved of him a hysterical homo? he, the great beast 666 prophet of a new aeon but banned by mussolini bestial cravings for sex deficiency for drug use (addicted to heroin) obsession for his own strength black magic was his bible
"raccoon paws"
i prowl in the early morning making noises without warning a bandit's what i am please throw out some more jam oh, raccoon paws knockin' over trash cans raccoon paws tearin' at garbage bags raccoon paws pickin' up the food scraps in the early mornin' now i'll tell you the thing i do but don't be mean and throw a shoe oh, please don't laugh or be bitter i eat riff raff, that's your litter i catch my z's sleeping in trees i wear my mask to do my task i take a dash and bash your trash eating the waste mmm tomato paste i am the unwanted outlaw the terror, it comes from my paw yessiree, that's right, it's me oh yes, i confess, it's my mess uhm, my compliments to the chef?!!
--brado creamed corn (c) 1998