Cunt
Cunt I think is fine It is my favourite line We spent our time saying cunt And finding words that rhyme Go!! Swearing all the time And finding words that rhyme I love to shout and scream Mostly the obscene I love to swear and spit and cuss And cause a nasty scene
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025
Scu-Scu-Scu-Scu 'Scuse Me, But you have got the biggest butt I've ever seen Twirl it round, I'll knock ya down It's really quite obscene You're asking me to feel it I don't wanna be rude The fucking thing, it takes up room I'm not in the mood.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025
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I'm catching the bus To go down to my favourite place It's not the nicest, But it's where I like to show my face I like them porn stores There's nudes and it's all free I like to wander 'round, Rubbing my stiffie. I may be standing there and a mag will take my fancy, I will rub myself to cum still, It's quite relaxing I'll cum on you.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025
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I have been in the urinals all night Sucking off metal-heads is such a delight I love to taste the sperm running down ma neck Just before I go on-stage It's better than a Beck's.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
I feel like your hoochie mumma Under the covers You taste so sweet, you like my meat -ah Stoke the fi -ah Face the facts you want me bad -ah Like your moth -ah Feel my girth and look in wonder I'm a fuck machine like no other The desire To try her Before you buy her Desire To try her Before You I feel like your hoochie mumma Under the covers You taste so sweet, you like my meat -ah Stoke the fi -ah The desire To try her Before you buy her The Desire To try her Before You... buy her The desire To try her Before you buy her
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
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It seems that the death of metal is close at hand It gives me a chill unparalleled What the fuck's track suit for??? A million clones of Korn and Limp Bizkit Are spreading through the land What the fuck's track suit for??? Commercial sell-out bandwagon whore
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
The touch of your flesh fills me with pride The pride that I dug you up after you had died The smell of your flesh, rotting and so sweet Is the aphrodisiac that I need for my meat The sensual exploration if your body so fine The smell of your remains mixes well over time I feel the need to love you, it's just something unexplained When I tell my friends about my lust they tell me I'm insane I want to fuck a corpse Hey there mum, it's your favourite son Come and have a look what your little boy's done Did it for you cos' I love you so much Watch me put my pee-pee in your dirty ol' guts Yeah! Alright, yeah... baby.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025
So fucking sick Of sucking dick Hanging off my nut I don't give a fuck You live or die I'm not gonna cry Or waste my time Listen to you whine So stick your scene And your righteous dreams Ram it up your cunt You fucking little p.c. runt!!!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025
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I ain't no fuckin' hood Don't call me brother 'Cos that ain't no good Ain't got homies to call my own Ain't got no gun And I live at home Don't call me home boy I wear sharp threads That much is true And I can't rap and neither can you I'm not down or fly or dope But I play metal and swing a rope Don't call me home boy Yo'
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
This song is to a count of seven That's the way the lyrics fit what rhymes? Oh it's heaven Writing lyrics is boring I'm gonna say eleven I'm running out of shit to rhyme, make up a word, spefeven
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
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Prone on the operating table Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines & limbs agog in fiendish disarray Mutating your natural composition Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay I'm the ghoul of the medical profession Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall With glee I dismember cadavers I affix the pancreas where stomach should be Rejuvenate the rancid corpses The innards glisten in their new anatomical display I cackle with post-mortem delight The walls reek of sin & the stench of horrendous decay...
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 07, 2025