ElTrentino
I like Mr. Bungle. I play funk-metal (guitar and drums) in my spare time. I like pr0n-o-graphy. Mike Patton is the best singer, okay? Shakira is the hottest chick ever. I have a braces fetish. And a curly hair fetish. Okay.
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| Username : | ElTrentino |
| First Name : | Trenton |
| Last Name : | Lazqwerty |
| Gender: | M |
| Country: | US |
| Member Since : | 10 Aug, 2009 |
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10 Jul, 2013
Typist freestyle
Dude, I don't rap with my voice, but I like to type And I can do it fast and do it right I do it fast, maybe too fast So fast and I pull s*** out my a** It's gapes so hard and I have a rash Hey, yo, man, what's the word Today I stretched my b***hole with a nice, long turd I rape the kids and make them scream I gape their brown and then I cream
14 Jun, 2012
Daddy
Little child looking so pretty come out and play, I'll be your Daddy Innocent child looking so sweet I'll rape your mind and on your flesh I'll eat You raped, I feel dirty It hurt as a child Tied down, "That's a good boy." And f*** your own child I scream, no-one hears me It hurt, I'm not a liar My God, I saw you watchin' Mommy, why?? Your own child... Little child, looking so pretty, come out and play, I'll be your Daddy It's alright "I didn't touch you there." Mommy said she didn't care. "I didn't touch you there." That's why Mommy stopped and stared.
09 May, 2012
Beautiful Young Blond Fucks Dirty Hobo
This s**y young blond walks out onto her driveway to see an attractive homeless man rooting through her trash. She approaches him and invites him inside for a bite to eat. However, the only thing that gets eaten once they are inside on the couch is her moist, shaved p****! Then she gets a hardcore p**** pounding from the homeless bum, as he f***s her missionary, doggy and with her on top. She loves getting penetrated by that large p****, squealing as her almost virginal v***** gets stretched by his massive p****. She raises her face to catch every drop of s**** as it gushes from his organ. What kind of s*** f***s a homeless guy?
03 Jul, 2011
What time is it
Me: Hey, Mike, do you know what time it is? Mike: Yeah.... it's time.... to ROCK!!!!!!!!
09 Jun, 2011
Megadeth- Hook In Mouth
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies A little man with a big eraser, changing history Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools You said you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway ? Ever think may be it was meant to be this way ? Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come I believe my kingdom will come F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, will cover your grave with manure This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, is for money, you know what that cures This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C Put your hand right up my shirt Pull the strings that make me work Jaws will part, words fall out Like a fish with hook in mouth Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools I'm not a fish I'm a man Hook in mouth
09 Jun, 2011
My Penis
Well, I used to have a 20 mile long p****. But, unfortunately, I got an erection one day and killed an entire family. So the government had it removed (it's buried underneath my house.... that's where my shrine for it is..) . Later, when I went to get my new p****, I noticed that they (and I'm disclosing this specific location because of some of the perverts on this site) didn't have any big white p****es. So I got a black one. So, yes, I am a white dude with a black cock.
09 Jun, 2011
3 Inches of Blood- Wykydtron
In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future war When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees It breaks free from it's hold taking military control A fate seen all across the world It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control Soon to seize all power in the sky Programmed to crush Programmed to destroy Its brainwaves only wired for death It's wired to kill All on the Earth Nuclear bound - you'll fear his name Hey it's The Wykydtron It's The Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh! An army's formed to crush the Earth Our creation, the master of our demise Humanity is doomed Fifteen years since creation's time, the war has turned to space Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron Millions die, radiation blast from Hell Flesh, it peels away as all the people die This is the end of the human race Our creation becomes the master of our own demise We are drones We fooled ourselves We finally sealed our fate He it's the Wykydtron It's the Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh!
28 Jan, 2010
Dethklok- The Gears
You're here because You're one of us We are the strength We are the soldiers You've journeyed far You've battled hard And now you will receive the Permanent reward You've conquered pain You've conquered fear Stand proud and salute The bloodied flag here You pledged your DETH and Your last breath You are the Gears You are the Gears We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies You've mastered DETH You've mastered fear You are transformed You are stronger Now that you're here A branded Gear Burned in your flesh Will seal the deal You've conquered fire You've conquered ice You've tasted blood You've taken life You're here because You're one of us Become a Gear Become a Gear We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear You've conquered pain We've conquered pain You've conquered fear We've conquered fear You fear not your mortality Become a Gear We are the Gears (x2) We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear (x4) (We fear not our mortality)
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- 2 Minutes To Midnight
Kill for gain, shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose Never out of season Blackened pride burns inside Shell of bloody treason Here's my g** for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, ?Let the creatures out? Let's show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast As the reasons for the carnage Cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machines And feed them with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Body bags and little rags Of children torn in two The jellied brains of those who remain Put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of g** The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Trooper
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a certain death The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian g**s And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And as the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds takes my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Number Of The Beast
I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw That night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 'Cause in my dreams, it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? 6 6 6, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has beg**, Satan's work is done 6 6 6, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes 6 6 6, the number of the beast 6 6 6, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body, and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- Run To The Hills
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains, you sing it But many came, too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom the stab in the back Woman and children and cowards attack Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the woman and wasting the man The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted
I am be dangerous now. Not me hurt. When stairs fell down. Be pushed by you. Me hit head. Me nose broke. Soon you be dead. Soon you be dead. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be angerous now. You throwing rock at me. Hit eye and it no hurt me. I'm strong. You're not. You're not. I'm making time for fighting. I'm clearing time for hitting. We'll meet and I will beat you. Our schedules permitting. I pick out fighting outfit. Don't want my pants too tight. Need clothes to breath to beat you. You'll be beaten down tonight. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's ****ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be furious now. You say the bad word at me. You pull string and trip me. I fall down. You run. You run. I am making time for fighting. I think it's time to beat you. I think it's good decision. That I destroy and teach you. You put on very fast shoes. And try to run away. I'm very strong and last though. You're going down today. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak.
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted (Continued)
I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're so f***ing weak I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. [Guitar Solo] You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history.
09 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Dethharmonic
I want to keep my money And give away absolutely nothing To the government who moderates my spending and obliterates depending on what time of the year brutality is near in the form of income tax I'd rather take a f***ing axe to my face, blow up this place you blow with you all in it, I'd do it in a minute If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead Prepare the laser-beam I'm gonna use it tonight Engage the laser-beam It's gonna end your life I'm gonna use it tonight If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead now Be dead now Be dead now Be Dead now Be Dead.
23 Nov, 2009
Dethklok- Murmaider
There are no fingerprints Deep under water Nothing to tie one to a crime And if you seek vengeance All you need are instruments of pain You need your Knives? Check. Rope? Check. Dagger? Check. Chains? Check. Locks? Check. Laser Beams? Check. Acid? Check. Body Bag? Check. But beware For when you quench your blood thirst Others will seek their vengeance on you And they won't rest Until you're dead They'll have their: Shiv? Check. Pipe? Check. Hammer? Check. Axe? Check. Subject? Check. Location? Check. Desire? Check. Vengeance? Check. Hold your breath, swim and strain The smell of death, can't escape Blood will could and drift away Attract the murders of Murmaids It's so cold they all know What you've done, you can't run Vengeance is the law for thee A thousand leagues below the sea You've been tracked, you've been seen Murdering the next kin Ate their hearts drank their blood Washed your fins in blackened mud Now you swim try to hide Heart beats faster from inside Thought it was a big charade Your life was ended by Murmaids. Swords? Check. Saws? Check. Clubs? Check. Claws? Check. Hatred? Check. Anger? Check. Mermaid? Check. Murder? Check.
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10 Jul, 2013
Typist freestyle
Dude, I don't rap with my voice, but I like to type And I can do it fast and do it right I do it fast, maybe too fast So fast and I pull s*** out my a** It's gapes so hard and I have a rash Hey, yo, man, what's the word Today I stretched my b***hole with a nice, long turd I rape the kids and make them scream I gape their brown and then I cream
14 Jun, 2012
Daddy
Little child looking so pretty come out and play, I'll be your Daddy Innocent child looking so sweet I'll rape your mind and on your flesh I'll eat You raped, I feel dirty It hurt as a child Tied down, "That's a good boy." And f*** your own child I scream, no-one hears me It hurt, I'm not a liar My God, I saw you watchin' Mommy, why?? Your own child... Little child, looking so pretty, come out and play, I'll be your Daddy It's alright "I didn't touch you there." Mommy said she didn't care. "I didn't touch you there." That's why Mommy stopped and stared.
09 May, 2012
Beautiful Young Blond Fucks Dirty Hobo
This s**y young blond walks out onto her driveway to see an attractive homeless man rooting through her trash. She approaches him and invites him inside for a bite to eat. However, the only thing that gets eaten once they are inside on the couch is her moist, shaved p****! Then she gets a hardcore p**** pounding from the homeless bum, as he f***s her missionary, doggy and with her on top. She loves getting penetrated by that large p****, squealing as her almost virginal v***** gets stretched by his massive p****. She raises her face to catch every drop of s**** as it gushes from his organ. What kind of s*** f***s a homeless guy?
03 Jul, 2011
What time is it
Me: Hey, Mike, do you know what time it is? Mike: Yeah.... it's time.... to ROCK!!!!!!!!
09 Jun, 2011
Megadeth- Hook In Mouth
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies A little man with a big eraser, changing history Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools You said you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway ? Ever think may be it was meant to be this way ? Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come I believe my kingdom will come F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, will cover your grave with manure This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, is for money, you know what that cures This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C Put your hand right up my shirt Pull the strings that make me work Jaws will part, words fall out Like a fish with hook in mouth Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools I'm not a fish I'm a man Hook in mouth
09 Jun, 2011
My Penis
Well, I used to have a 20 mile long p****. But, unfortunately, I got an erection one day and killed an entire family. So the government had it removed (it's buried underneath my house.... that's where my shrine for it is..) . Later, when I went to get my new p****, I noticed that they (and I'm disclosing this specific location because of some of the perverts on this site) didn't have any big white p****es. So I got a black one. So, yes, I am a white dude with a black cock.
09 Jun, 2011
3 Inches of Blood- Wykydtron
In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future war When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees It breaks free from it's hold taking military control A fate seen all across the world It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control Soon to seize all power in the sky Programmed to crush Programmed to destroy Its brainwaves only wired for death It's wired to kill All on the Earth Nuclear bound - you'll fear his name Hey it's The Wykydtron It's The Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh! An army's formed to crush the Earth Our creation, the master of our demise Humanity is doomed Fifteen years since creation's time, the war has turned to space Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron Millions die, radiation blast from Hell Flesh, it peels away as all the people die This is the end of the human race Our creation becomes the master of our own demise We are drones We fooled ourselves We finally sealed our fate He it's the Wykydtron It's the Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh!
28 Jan, 2010
Dethklok- The Gears
You're here because You're one of us We are the strength We are the soldiers You've journeyed far You've battled hard And now you will receive the Permanent reward You've conquered pain You've conquered fear Stand proud and salute The bloodied flag here You pledged your DETH and Your last breath You are the Gears You are the Gears We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies You've mastered DETH You've mastered fear You are transformed You are stronger Now that you're here A branded Gear Burned in your flesh Will seal the deal You've conquered fire You've conquered ice You've tasted blood You've taken life You're here because You're one of us Become a Gear Become a Gear We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear You've conquered pain We've conquered pain You've conquered fear We've conquered fear You fear not your mortality Become a Gear We are the Gears (x2) We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear (x4) (We fear not our mortality)
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- 2 Minutes To Midnight
Kill for gain, shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose Never out of season Blackened pride burns inside Shell of bloody treason Here's my g** for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, ?Let the creatures out? Let's show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast As the reasons for the carnage Cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machines And feed them with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Body bags and little rags Of children torn in two The jellied brains of those who remain Put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of g** The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Trooper
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a certain death The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian g**s And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And as the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds takes my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Number Of The Beast
I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw That night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 'Cause in my dreams, it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? 6 6 6, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has beg**, Satan's work is done 6 6 6, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes 6 6 6, the number of the beast 6 6 6, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body, and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- Run To The Hills
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains, you sing it But many came, too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom the stab in the back Woman and children and cowards attack Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the woman and wasting the man The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted
I am be dangerous now. Not me hurt. When stairs fell down. Be pushed by you. Me hit head. Me nose broke. Soon you be dead. Soon you be dead. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be angerous now. You throwing rock at me. Hit eye and it no hurt me. I'm strong. You're not. You're not. I'm making time for fighting. I'm clearing time for hitting. We'll meet and I will beat you. Our schedules permitting. I pick out fighting outfit. Don't want my pants too tight. Need clothes to breath to beat you. You'll be beaten down tonight. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's ****ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be furious now. You say the bad word at me. You pull string and trip me. I fall down. You run. You run. I am making time for fighting. I think it's time to beat you. I think it's good decision. That I destroy and teach you. You put on very fast shoes. And try to run away. I'm very strong and last though. You're going down today. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak.
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted (Continued)
I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're so f***ing weak I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. [Guitar Solo] You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history.
09 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Dethharmonic
I want to keep my money And give away absolutely nothing To the government who moderates my spending and obliterates depending on what time of the year brutality is near in the form of income tax I'd rather take a f***ing axe to my face, blow up this place you blow with you all in it, I'd do it in a minute If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead Prepare the laser-beam I'm gonna use it tonight Engage the laser-beam It's gonna end your life I'm gonna use it tonight If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead now Be dead now Be dead now Be Dead now Be Dead.
23 Nov, 2009
Dethklok- Murmaider
There are no fingerprints Deep under water Nothing to tie one to a crime And if you seek vengeance All you need are instruments of pain You need your Knives? Check. Rope? Check. Dagger? Check. Chains? Check. Locks? Check. Laser Beams? Check. Acid? Check. Body Bag? Check. But beware For when you quench your blood thirst Others will seek their vengeance on you And they won't rest Until you're dead They'll have their: Shiv? Check. Pipe? Check. Hammer? Check. Axe? Check. Subject? Check. Location? Check. Desire? Check. Vengeance? Check. Hold your breath, swim and strain The smell of death, can't escape Blood will could and drift away Attract the murders of Murmaids It's so cold they all know What you've done, you can't run Vengeance is the law for thee A thousand leagues below the sea You've been tracked, you've been seen Murdering the next kin Ate their hearts drank their blood Washed your fins in blackened mud Now you swim try to hide Heart beats faster from inside Thought it was a big charade Your life was ended by Murmaids. Swords? Check. Saws? Check. Clubs? Check. Claws? Check. Hatred? Check. Anger? Check. Mermaid? Check. Murder? Check.
10 Jul, 2013
Typist freestyle
Dude, I don't rap with my voice, but I like to type And I can do it fast and do it right I do it fast, maybe too fast So fast and I pull s*** out my a** It's gapes so hard and I have a rash Hey, yo, man, what's the word Today I stretched my b***hole with a nice, long turd I rape the kids and make them scream I gape their brown and then I cream
14 Jun, 2012
Daddy
Little child looking so pretty come out and play, I'll be your Daddy Innocent child looking so sweet I'll rape your mind and on your flesh I'll eat You raped, I feel dirty It hurt as a child Tied down, "That's a good boy." And f*** your own child I scream, no-one hears me It hurt, I'm not a liar My God, I saw you watchin' Mommy, why?? Your own child... Little child, looking so pretty, come out and play, I'll be your Daddy It's alright "I didn't touch you there." Mommy said she didn't care. "I didn't touch you there." That's why Mommy stopped and stared.
09 May, 2012
Beautiful Young Blond Fucks Dirty Hobo
This s**y young blond walks out onto her driveway to see an attractive homeless man rooting through her trash. She approaches him and invites him inside for a bite to eat. However, the only thing that gets eaten once they are inside on the couch is her moist, shaved p****! Then she gets a hardcore p**** pounding from the homeless bum, as he f***s her missionary, doggy and with her on top. She loves getting penetrated by that large p****, squealing as her almost virginal v***** gets stretched by his massive p****. She raises her face to catch every drop of s**** as it gushes from his organ. What kind of s*** f***s a homeless guy?
03 Jul, 2011
What time is it
Me: Hey, Mike, do you know what time it is? Mike: Yeah.... it's time.... to ROCK!!!!!!!!
09 Jun, 2011
Megadeth- Hook In Mouth
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies A little man with a big eraser, changing history Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools You said you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway ? Ever think may be it was meant to be this way ? Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come I believe my kingdom will come F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, will cover your grave with manure This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C F, is for fighting, R is for red Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture M, is for money, you know what that cures This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me As long as there's P.M.R.C Put your hand right up my shirt Pull the strings that make me work Jaws will part, words fall out Like a fish with hook in mouth Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools I'm not a fish I'm a man Hook in mouth
09 Jun, 2011
My Penis
Well, I used to have a 20 mile long p****. But, unfortunately, I got an erection one day and killed an entire family. So the government had it removed (it's buried underneath my house.... that's where my shrine for it is..) . Later, when I went to get my new p****, I noticed that they (and I'm disclosing this specific location because of some of the perverts on this site) didn't have any big white p****es. So I got a black one. So, yes, I am a white dude with a black cock.
09 Jun, 2011
3 Inches of Blood- Wykydtron
In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future war When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees It breaks free from it's hold taking military control A fate seen all across the world It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control Soon to seize all power in the sky Programmed to crush Programmed to destroy Its brainwaves only wired for death It's wired to kill All on the Earth Nuclear bound - you'll fear his name Hey it's The Wykydtron It's The Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh! An army's formed to crush the Earth Our creation, the master of our demise Humanity is doomed Fifteen years since creation's time, the war has turned to space Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron Millions die, radiation blast from Hell Flesh, it peels away as all the people die This is the end of the human race Our creation becomes the master of our own demise We are drones We fooled ourselves We finally sealed our fate He it's the Wykydtron It's the Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh!
28 Jan, 2010
Dethklok- The Gears
You're here because You're one of us We are the strength We are the soldiers You've journeyed far You've battled hard And now you will receive the Permanent reward You've conquered pain You've conquered fear Stand proud and salute The bloodied flag here You pledged your DETH and Your last breath You are the Gears You are the Gears We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies You've mastered DETH You've mastered fear You are transformed You are stronger Now that you're here A branded Gear Burned in your flesh Will seal the deal You've conquered fire You've conquered ice You've tasted blood You've taken life You're here because You're one of us Become a Gear Become a Gear We fear not our mortality We'll serve to the best of our ability We give our lives to our masters We vow to slay our enemies We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear You've conquered pain We've conquered pain You've conquered fear We've conquered fear You fear not your mortality Become a Gear We are the Gears (x2) We bless your skin We bless you with our mark Become a part of the KLOK Become a Gear (x4) (We fear not our mortality)
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- 2 Minutes To Midnight
Kill for gain, shoot to maim We don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose Never out of season Blackened pride burns inside Shell of bloody treason Here's my g** for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, ?Let the creatures out? Let's show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast As the reasons for the carnage Cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machines And feed them with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Body bags and little rags Of children torn in two The jellied brains of those who remain Put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of g** The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamor, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night Midnight is all night Midnight, all night
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Trooper
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a certain death The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian g**s And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And as the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds takes my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- The Number Of The Beast
I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw That night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 'Cause in my dreams, it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? 6 6 6, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has beg**, Satan's work is done 6 6 6, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes 6 6 6, the number of the beast 6 6 6, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body, and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
20 Jan, 2010
Iron Maiden- Run To The Hills
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains, you sing it But many came, too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom the stab in the back Woman and children and cowards attack Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the woman and wasting the man The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted
I am be dangerous now. Not me hurt. When stairs fell down. Be pushed by you. Me hit head. Me nose broke. Soon you be dead. Soon you be dead. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be angerous now. You throwing rock at me. Hit eye and it no hurt me. I'm strong. You're not. You're not. I'm making time for fighting. I'm clearing time for hitting. We'll meet and I will beat you. Our schedules permitting. I pick out fighting outfit. Don't want my pants too tight. Need clothes to breath to beat you. You'll be beaten down tonight. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. I'm so ****ing tough. I'm so ****ing tough. That's right. You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's ****ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight. So strong my face is. You punch break fingers. Kick me you're limping. Stab me you're bleeding. I am be furious now. You say the bad word at me. You pull string and trip me. I fall down. You run. You run. I am making time for fighting. I think it's time to beat you. I think it's good decision. That I destroy and teach you. You put on very fast shoes. And try to run away. I'm very strong and last though. You're going down today. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak. I'm so ****ing strong. That's right. You're so ****ing weak.
11 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Face Fisted (Continued)
I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're so f***ing weak I'm so f***ing strong That's right You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history. Feel my fist. On your face. You hate this. I feel great. [Guitar Solo] You're an ugly man. You're as dumb as sand. Your mom's f***ing fat. Your mom blew a rat. You are a mistake. You have s** with cake. You think you're so tough. You're a living bluff. I will put you down. I will make you drown. I will make you bleed. I am filled with speed. I cannot feel pain. I might be insane. I am victory. I write history.
09 Dec, 2009
Dethklok- Dethharmonic
I want to keep my money And give away absolutely nothing To the government who moderates my spending and obliterates depending on what time of the year brutality is near in the form of income tax I'd rather take a f***ing axe to my face, blow up this place you blow with you all in it, I'd do it in a minute If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead Prepare the laser-beam I'm gonna use it tonight Engage the laser-beam It's gonna end your life I'm gonna use it tonight If I could write off your murder I'd save all of my receipts because I'd rather you be dead than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant I'd rather you be dead I'd rather you be dead now Be dead now Be dead now Be Dead now Be Dead.
23 Nov, 2009
Dethklok- Murmaider
There are no fingerprints Deep under water Nothing to tie one to a crime And if you seek vengeance All you need are instruments of pain You need your Knives? Check. Rope? Check. Dagger? Check. Chains? Check. Locks? Check. Laser Beams? Check. Acid? Check. Body Bag? Check. But beware For when you quench your blood thirst Others will seek their vengeance on you And they won't rest Until you're dead They'll have their: Shiv? Check. Pipe? Check. Hammer? Check. Axe? Check. Subject? Check. Location? Check. Desire? Check. Vengeance? Check. Hold your breath, swim and strain The smell of death, can't escape Blood will could and drift away Attract the murders of Murmaids It's so cold they all know What you've done, you can't run Vengeance is the law for thee A thousand leagues below the sea You've been tracked, you've been seen Murdering the next kin Ate their hearts drank their blood Washed your fins in blackened mud Now you swim try to hide Heart beats faster from inside Thought it was a big charade Your life was ended by Murmaids. Swords? Check. Saws? Check. Clubs? Check. Claws? Check. Hatred? Check. Anger? Check. Mermaid? Check. Murder? Check.
