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Late one night, out in the waves
Occurred some strange shit I'm reluctant to say
Two ships on the horizon, on the verge of collidin'
With coffins from Mexico and tombstones from China
They slammed together with a terrible blast
Bigger than the loads I shoot on your Mom's ass
What a sight, a radioactive explosion
Made a tide a mile wide with caskets a floatin'
Come on! Let's take a ride!
Grab your boards for the tombstone tide
Don't be a bitch, don't be afraid
Don't be lame, just catch the grave wave
The shore fuckin' reeked, littered with bodies
The crews had been mangled into biological oddities
Steve had an idea, it was pretty swell
Raise all those dead fucks with sick voodoo spells
Steve's eyes rolled back, he tried to concentrate
The bodies began to twitch and gyrate
Weredude roared, "welcome to the shack!
Now get us a beer and get the fuck back!"
Grab youself a board, a coffin or a tombstone
Hit the bong, slam a beer and wade into the foam
We do the rigor mortis mosh, and make the waves slosh
And barbeque any lame hipster that we cross
Late the next morning, the craze died down
The raddest party that had ever come around
The booze was slammed, the weed got toked
Hundreds of limbs and necks were broke
If you want to party, make your way back
Don't slack, bring a sack and thrash with Goreshack!
Come on! Let's take a ride!
Grab your boards for the tombstone tide
Don't be a bitch, don't be afraid
Don't be lame, just catch the grave wave
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The Slackrifice
03:36
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On some random Tuesday
We make an offering to our lord
We don't worship Jesus or Allah
If we did we'd end up bored
We don't bow to Buddah, Ganesh or any deity from above
We only offer praise to the devil, our pal, Beelzebub
Most congregations gather at church
Dance and sing stupid songs
We just stay on our couches
And take rips from our bongs
You may think that we slit our wrists
Offering our souls and life
But nah, fuck that, we don't do shit
It's a fuckin' slackrifice!
Our services and rituals are the best
An unholy slacker hangout fest
The initiates draped in all dark black
Grinding weed and fetching snacks
Nap for Satan!
Snacks for Satan!
Slack for Satan!
Come on through, wear your shittiest clothes
Find a recliner and start to doze
Munch some snacks, don't turn back
Another malt liquor from a frosty six pack
Only move to pass the weed sack
No wine for us, nor the body of Christ
Those shitty pale crackers aren't very tight
Send the cult members to the store before close
More rolling papers, cinnamon rolls
Some dank pork rinds and hot Cheetos
Most congregations gather at church
Dance and sing stupid songs
We just stay on our couches
And take rips from our bongs
You may think that we slit our wrists
Offering our souls and life
But nah, fuck that, we don't do shit
It's a fuckin' slackrifice!
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Unleashing the Bummer
05:52
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The sky is gray, the clouds look bleak
Another fine day on Wormwood Beach
The waves rolling high, crashing
The ghouls are surfing and slashing
Our screaming and laughing soars to the sky
The hipsters are crying with fear in their eyes
Anarchy, pain and butchery
In gore we always revel
Surfing, moshing and sorcery
And concerts for the devil
We do what we feel, no matter the cost
The baddest dudes around
As long as we're together
Nothing brings us down
Leviticorp is back, can you believe this shit?
Always trying to fuck us up, and rot off tits
But this time they have a different plan
To attack our perversions any way they can
No longer attacking our sexual motions
They've dusted us with potions to poison our emotions
They knew they could never kick our ass
So they're bumming us out so we won't fight back
Weredude and Chainsaw had gone on a run
Returned to the beach expecting some fun
What they saw next was a horrid disgrace
Hugging and crying all over the place
Steve for once wasn't holding a beer
He was sobbing profusely and clutching his ears
He tried to cut his wrists but we intervened
To stop the saddest display that we'd ever seen
Chainsaw had an idea, he sprung into action
Scrawling madly on a notebook algebraic fractions
He mixed a compound that exploded with a crack
He screamed, "gather everybody and cram 'em in the shack!"
They hurried inside, he grabbed a massive pipe
Then shoved the mixture he'd made, frantically inside
They passed is back and forth taking megalithic hits
Then got on the phone and ordered up some tits
While strippers danced we all got faded
After a while we're all inoculated
Fuck you Leviticorp, don't ruin our summer
Once again you've failed at unleashing the bummer
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Fucked in Half
03:44
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In my chair just contemplating
Never, ever monsterbating
I feel like whacking off a lot
But I had my balls blown off
I use my powers to ride some waves
Why not use them to spread some legs
Tired of being stoned in a corner
Possess a zombie, pop a boner
Found a fine zombie babe, what great luck!
After some sweet talking she was down to fuck!
We began to fuck, it was so elating
This beats the shit out of monsterbating
She was on her back, legs spread wide
Balls slapping butthole, I started to cry
My speed increased to a jackhammer pace
Horror, pain and pleasure appeared on her face
I lost control, and went too hard
Then out of her mouth popped my nards
Fucked! In half!
It was a jizzum soaked bloodbath
Was gonna put it in her ass
But she didn’t last
I was so ashamed of my transgression
Zombie girls stared from all directions
My ass is grass, they’ll bust my lip
But just then they started to strip
Taking sips of their ghoulish wine
Twinkles in their eyes, they formed a line
Stacked up for miles; single file
They hadn’t been fucked like that in a while
"Give it to us, Steve!" they yelled with glee
All the zombie babes wanted some of me
They screamed with delight as I laughed
Zombie girls love getting fucked in half!
Fucked! In half!
It was a jizzum soaked bloodbath
Was gonna put it in her ass
But she didn’t last
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5. |
Diarrhea Dilemma
00:56
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On the way home from 7/11
My asshole has it's own mind
I ate some spicy Thai Food
It's destroyed my insides
If I don't get home soon
It'll be a shit typhoon
Oh my God! I feel it start to flow!
Run motherfucker, my colon's gonna blow!
I have to take a fucking shit!
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Goreshack Fresno, California
Goreshack is a surf inspired Death Metal band hailing from the trashy beaches of Wormwood Beach.
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