Taste of the Sun / In the Swamps You Rot
You lived your life as an angel. You never hut a fly. You went to church every Sunday. But now you have died. Your life was holy but you're rotting. In the evil coffin, in the evil coffin. Satanic maggots crawl on your skin. In the evil coffin, in the evil coffin. You said your prayers every night. And thanked god for the food. You helped old people across the street. You have never been rude.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Eating up the ass. With rusty knife and fork. Puking in the grass. I am pretty dork. I am ugly. I am funny. And you love me Pretty Dork. Come and hug me. Come and kiss me. On the ass please Satan spawn.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
I enter the bar like I was kind. On the stereo they play Sting. It is early Saturday. So it's very cheap to drink. I get insane power. Happy hour, crazy hour Beware of my golden shower. Happy hour, crazy hour. I order a beer I get four. I'm getting drunk I want more. I still got cash in my wallet. I'm not gonna walk through that door. I get insane power. Happy hour, crazy hour. Beware of my golden shower. Happy hour, crazy hour.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
So refreshing. Taste of the sun. Looks like lemon. And it is for free. Yellow - in the snow. Ice cold - let it flow. Thirsty - never again. Share it - with your friends. You must hurry. Before the spring will come. Eat and eat and eat and eat eat and eat, This wont make you fat. Yellow - in the snow. Ice cold - let it flow. Thirsty - never again. Hungry - eat the ones with chocolate bits. The best things in life are truly free. Enjoy what nature has to give. One of the things is piss, That you find in the snow by the road at winter time. Take care of your dog.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
You have seven kids. But one of them is missing. You wonder where he can be. But you don't have a clue. He's not on top of the hill. He's not behind the moon. How can I be so sure? Because I know where he is. He is in my apartment. I treat him really good. I give him candy. And a lot of toys. I know you want him back. But your son doesn't miss you. You have to look some more. But you don't know where I live. Just forget your sun. Because he wont come back. Keeper of the seventh son. Keeper of the seventh son.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
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