Mondo Creepo

(verse 1)

mondo creepo

monsters mash cocks together

in the castle

horror freakshow

bats in the belfry

labrats in your asshole

spooks and weirdos

witches lined up

for a turn at the he-goat

necro porno

toss her some small

intestine she can deep-throat

(chorus)

behind the creaking cellar door

there's a puddle on the floor

it's a zombukake party

rotting cocks and undead whore

spider webs and pussy juice

victims begging for abuse

fear o' clock, it's chiller time

shoot the switch and turn the screws

all nude dead sluts

suck and lick the bloody guts

splatterhouse of ill repute

the meat shop where i make my fuck

(verse 2)

mondo creepo

the grim vision of death

getting his bone sucked

ultra sicko

the guillotine comes down

as queens are butt-fucked

get back jojo

to where you belong

in the torture basement

bloody tears flow

from empty sockets

down the twisted faces

Vomit Bloody Chunks

(verse 1)

you're sick to your stomach

of your mom and your dad

you've been sent to your room

and grounded from your i-pad

get your vials and your beakers

to mix up a drink

with your chemistry set

and things from under the sink

they think the matter is settled

but you can still be the winner

time to go down the stairs

and ruin family dinner

(chorus)

let corrosive muck

bubble in your guts

spew it at the table

that'll drive 'em nuts

they're mad that you flunked

called you a little punk

now you'll make 'em sorry

vomit bloody chunks

the chemicals you chugged

'll melt ya like a slug

sani-flush and drano

foaming in your mug

hurl a steamy gunk

of inner organ hunks

all on mommy's meat loaf

vomit bloody chunks

(verse 2)

as you walk through the doorway

the cramps are beginning

your guts are on fire

and the whole room is spinning

you take your place at the table

seconds from puke ejection

when your mom has the balls

to ask if you learned your lesson

then the liquefied tissue

from your mouth and your nose

ejects like a high-pressure

human fire hose

Gaywad Frankenstein

(verse 1)

the trendy little fags

are into frankenstein this season

bolt and staple body piercings

stitches for no reason

or they wear prosthetic hunchbacks

and start practicing their limps

found out the morgue was hiring

and they all got jobs as temps

the wolfman gang caught up to karl

he was lucky to survive

they wired his nuts to a car battery

and shouted "it's alive!"

(chorus)

you're a gaywad frankenstein

just like your gaywad friends

an idea only very slightly

dumber than the vampire trend

you're a gaywad frankenstein

you wear boxes on your feet

even band and chess club kids

throw shit at you in the street

you're a gaywad frankenstein

and you cut yourself apart

so that you and all your gaywad friends

can swap body parts

(verse 2)

the PTA is worried

that this fad has gone too far

now the kids are all competing

for more surgeries and scars

they take immune suppresant drugs

so the donor organs aren't rejected

designer add-on body parts

sewn on crudely and infected

diseases as a fashion statement

this year's hot look is gangrene

half-dead, the envy of your peers

because your skin's natural green

Eat My Flesh/Drink My Blood

(verse 1)

lazy august fuck-off day

there's time to see a matinee

only christian flicks are playing

but two dinars is all you're paying

come and see the gruesome creatures

jesus-horror double feature

science-crucifiction show

you know how the taglines go:

"bake your savior in a pie

eat my flesh and never die

when the sacred vein is severed

drink my blood and live forever"

these movies follow the same rules

like fire will work to kill the ghouls

but if the body isn't burned

three days later they return

(chorus)

if things had gone a certain way

at midnight screenings you might see

jesus in his purple cape

acted by the great chris lee

to cult classic from plain cult

hunted down, ground out, and finished

a thousand years or more gone by

the dusty legends now diminished

to the kind of campy b-grade

bright red technicolor gore

we'd be watching at the drive-in

if the romans won the war

(verse 2)

all these movies start the same

some kids dig up the christ's remains

and somehow it never fails

some idiot pulls out the nails

right then he opens up his eyes

glowing red to hypnotize

and offers everlasting life

to anyone who's got a knife

so they start to carve him up

get paper plates and dixie cups

hear him cackle as they dine:

"now your heart and soul are mine"

peter cushing's in this one

as pilate's great-times-ten grandson

he'll track the monster to its cave

end the curse and seal the grave

Worm War III

(verse 1)

stop and listen carefully

and you can hear the sound

of things unknown to science

moving underneath the ground

you own the surface, but below

the worms are in control

even though they're blind and deaf

they can smell your asshole

when you tread upon the soil

that's when they attack

slither up your trouser leg

and squirm into your crack

they're inside you within seconds

now this is gonna hurt

they go in your ass and out your mouth

and shit you out as dirt

(chorus)

worm war iii

(verse 2)

the army was called up

and a team investigated

they were ambushed from beneath

and every orifice was invaded

as new forces join the fighting,

to guarantee success,

they'll be uniformed in standard

dominatrix battle-dress

made of form-fitting vinyl

with a mouth that zips shut

not an inch of skin uncovered

and a plug up the butt

chrome studded, razor-lined,

mono-wire threads

worms that try to wrap around you

cut themselves to shreds

Writhe Alive

(verse 1)

alive, they writhe

inside

the lucky ones

who died

soon, they move

consuming

all that try

to hide

bodies twitch

and moan

rising with

a groan

meat that's mostly

maggot

falling off

the bone

the necro-

puppeteer

very deftly

steers

the dead he

has infested

sends them to

get beer

(chorus)

in the graveyard

after dusk

he reanimates the

soulless husks

pours his filth out

on the grave

your dead grandma

reborn a slave

well-trained maggots

go to work

dig in to dear

departed jerks

wriggle into

rotting tissue

soon grandma comes back

to kiss you

he sends his swarm

to wake the dead

ISIS victims

give him head

now his rancid legion

comes down the street to

say hello, it's

very nice to eat you

(verse 2)

arthur maxwell's

pride

laws of god

defied

his vermin squirm

inside you

take you for

a ride

you've no chance to

survive

they multiply

and thrive

within your skin

beginning

to construct

their hive

each corpse

a pulsing sac

bursting to

attack

suicida-

larvae

bomb the

NASCAR track

It Came From Satan's Dickhole

drink the black jizz

it's good for the soul

fresh squeezed filth

straight from satan's dick hole

we belong dead

unregenerate scum

pale faces spattered

with chunky black cum

black sperm wriggles

slips into your ears

impregnates the mind

with abnormal idears

fuckers and fiends

come hear the bad news

face down, all drowned

in obsidian ooze

Happy Halloweiner

(verse 1)

as october

approaches

i feel the anticipation

the plastic shit

on the store shelves,

the front yard decorations

but more and more

this night's a disappointment

in the end

no visitors

at the front door

just dead leaves and the wind

i kill the jack o'lantern

lick my fingers,

snuff the wick out

and throw myself a party

in the basement

with my dick out

(chorus)

painted, nude

a full length mirror

putting on show

a grown-ass man

too old for this

but no one's gonna know

there's just the masks

hung on the walls

and they're not gonna tell

so happy halloweiner

fuck yourself

and go to hell

(verse 2)

the basement's

decorated

so it's always halloween

skeletons and rubber bats

in dayglo

orange and green

the halloween nativity

three wolfmen

bringing pails

for the newborn

baby satan

full of milkduds and cowtails

i disrobe and

pull myself off

down beneath the blacklight

my cock squirts out

fluorescent blue

instead of pearly off-white

(verse 3)

with candy bars

spread on the floor

i give myself a treat

sticky fingers

smearing chocolate

all over my meat

it's time for dingus dress up

it's the game

i like the most

i'll make an eyehole

in his cumrag

and call him a ghost

and now he's in

a cowboy hat

the name is deadeye dick

then i'll stick a payday

up my ass

and say it was a trick