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Intro II
02:49
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What the fuck is up bitch. The year is 4069, and marijuana has gone extinct once again. The earth, ravaged by nuclear war, cannot sustain the crop. NASA has called upon their smartest and most handsome astronaut to travel to the planet Jupiter and plant the last 10 cannabis seeds in existence, because that’s why they call it a “Gas Giant”. This will be the most dangerous and treacherous journey man has ever embarked upon, so we have equipped you with the most advanced equipment known to man.
You will find your spacesuit has a built in bong for ultimate weed ripping capabilities. The spacesuit also comes with a jetpack, oxygen filter, and pressurized helmet. There are no bathrooms, so you will be provided a thousand diapers to contain your pee pee, poo poo and diarrhea.
Our satellites have shown definite signs of life on the planets surface. These aliens will try to kill you, so you must make peace with them. We will send you with the last pound of weed known to man, you will give this to the aliens as an offering to their altar. The idol they worship is a massive bong made entirely of flesh and gore. A total cacophony of death stench known only as the Intergalactic Gorebong of Deathpot.
If you notice your IQ start to drop, don’t be alarmed, this is normal. The planet Jupiter has always been known to make people stupider. Unfortunately there is nothing we can do about this and you will just have to live with it. Just be thankful we didn’t send you to Venus.
As the humans of earth await your return, all fate hangs in the balance. The cosmic balance of the universe must be restored. You are the earths last hope. The fate of mankind rests in your hands.
You must save the world again, by smoking weed again.
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We got the rockets, we got the seeds
We’re going to space to grow the weed
Alien lifeforms love to get high
Intergalactic Marijuana
I am a motherfucking astronaut who smokes weed
Are you a motherfucking astronaut who smokes weed?
Fuel up the engines. Chart our course.
Prepare for liftoff. Smoke more weed.
Break through the atmosphere and shit
We are gonna grow and smoke more weed even more in space
Smoke ‘til you die
I work at NASA cuz I’m really smart
I got really smart by smoking lots of weed
We are on Jupiter. We are now stupider.
From smoking all this weed
Atmosphere is just weed smoke
Only option left is to toke
Follow the gorebong inhale the riff
Now we are going to fuck some aliens
Intergalactic Gorebong of Deathpot
Intergalactic Gorebong of Death
Intergalactic Gorebong of Deathpot
Intergalactic Gorebong of Death
We smoked weed on planet Jupiter
And the gorebong made us stupider
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Zombie Party Rockers
04:09
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Back from the grave, they rise
The dead have come to ravage
Awoken by a chemical agent
Rotten corpses revitalized
Peeling flesh. Rancid decay.
Hungry for the brains of humans
Dead metalheads here for revenge
Killing posers and eating people
The graveyard from which they rise
Is in a town full of college dropouts
House venues littered with bodies
Dead metalheads who partied too hard
They've come back for one more night
To get fucked up and feed on flesh
They will not stop until they are fed
The dead rise to get fucked up
Only half a mile away
They hear death metal music
House show filled with beer and weed
The perfect feeding ground
As they approach no one is shocked
They fit right into the crowd of thrashers
Drunk idiots covered in puke
The time has come to eat the living
Zombie Party Rockers
They came to rock
They will suck your dick
Then eat your cock
From the grave
The essence of fear
They're coming for your brains
And also beer
You try to run
You try to fight
Zombies all around you
No escape in sight
They're drawing nearer
They never quit
You must endure
The ZOMBIE MOSH PIT
From the grave
Into the pit
Smoking weed
Doing drugs, drinking beer
Hungry for
Human brains
Try to run
You are trapped, no escape
You cry in fear but there is nowhere to hide
The dead have come to party hard tonight
Fight for your life but there is no end in sight
Zombie Party Rockers are in the house tonight
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Family of cannibals
Inbred for generations
Bodies fill the doublewide
Too rotten for consumption
They’re growing very hungry
Craving for human flesh
No more stinky leftovers
They want something fresh
Something very tasty
Tender soft and moist
To feed the whole family
A real “gore-met” dinner
Find a victim
A nice surprise
Fattened abdomen
And juicy thighs
The fat will render
The meat will sear
Fall off the bone
The skin will peel
Cut and prep the man to feed your family
Peel the skin while he can still feel everything
Soak the meat in brine, the salt and acid burn
Rub his body down in cajun seasoning
Barbecuing every ounce of meat
Turning your organs into a feast
Gonna pull your flesh
Into a juicy sandwich
I'm just like Dahmer
Eating everyone I see
Cannibalism reigns within me
So good
The flesh
So juicy
So fresh
Put meat into the smoker
225 degrees
Smoke for 24 hours
Get baked before you eat
When the meat hits
205
Prepare an oil vat
Time to fry
Soak meat in brine
Smoke meat, get high
Batter. Deep Fry.
Human Tonight
Soak meat in brine
Smoke meat, get high
Batter. Deep Fry.
Human Tonight
Brined, Smoked and Deep Fried.
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420lb Poop
04:13
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Constipated beyond belief
Cannot release my poopy
Trying to shit for 30 days
Bloated by all the dookie
My intestines swell with gas
As the poo poo ferments
Liquid forms in my colon
I cry in pain on the toilet
My colon can’t fit all the poop
It’s piled into my stomach
My kidneys fail because they’re filled with diarrhea
I can taste poop in my breath
I feel it coming
This is it, my moment
The time has come for the great release
Run to the potty
I spread my asscheeks
To let the poopy out
My ass erupts with liquid
The toilet overflows with butt squirt
Big poop
Butt squirt
Shit blood
Stinky poo poo mess
Big poop
Butt squirt
Shit blood
Stinky poo poo mess
I flush the poop but it can’t keep up
My poop comes out faster than the toilet
The liquid is now mixed with solid
I have massive diarrhea
There is blood mixed in with the poop
Massive piles of festering blood poop
I am covered in blood and feces
I am dead
Killed by poopy doodoo
I am dead
Killed by poopy doodoo
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Blunt Smoke Interlude
03:01
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Marijuana
I grow the fucking best
You wanna put it
To the fucking test
Think it’s a game?
I’ll show you what I mean
The time has come
To smoke some sticky green
I roll the fattest blunt you’ve ever known
Packed with the dankest weed Ive ever grown
One hit puts you in comatose
You cannot stop, the body must smoke
Light the blunt
Breathe it in
Feel the sweat
On your skin
Cough up blood
Start to choke
Suffocate
From the smoke
As you lay there
Paralyzed
I smoke the whole blunt
And watch you die
Slow suffering your face turns red you cannot breathe
You’ve had a fatal overdose on fucking weed
You will now be hypnotized
Let it permeate your mind
Body is now paralyzed
I will watch you fucking die
Die from the blunt smoke
You underestimated
My weed and now you are dead
All other weed fucking sucks
Dead from the smoke, get fucked
Get fucked
The smoke enters my body
Infects my mind
Blunt Smoke Suffocation
It’s time to die
You will now be hypnotized
Let it permeate your mind
Body is now paralyzed
I will watch you fucking die
Die from the blunt smoke
You will now be hypnotized
Let it permeate your mind
Body is now paralyzed
I will watch you fucking die
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8. |
Fucking the Wounds
02:40
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Greasy pedophile
On a search for victims
Preying on the young
Fucking piece of shit
He has no idea what is in store
Pull out the knife
Approach the bastard
He thinks I am a 13 year old boy named Robert
I lured him right into my trap, I shall enact my vengeance
Kill the bastard
Sneak up behind him, push him down and pin his body
Cut both Achilles’ tendons then expose his tiny penis
Cut his nuts off
This man shall pay for all the hell I’ve been through
Cut off his dick and put in his filthy mouth
I put my cold steel to his neck and slice
Putting my cock
Into his neck
Fucking the wounds
Absolute bloodfuck
How does it feel?
Naked and cold
Slave to my knife
Death by deepthroat
Bloody cum mess
In your dead corpse
You deserve worse
you fucking bastard
Now you are dead
Fucked to a pulp
Justified slaughter
It felt so fucking good to fuck his bleeding throathole
I never came so hard in my whole life this is my calling
Kill pedophiles, slice them up and fuck the gashes
I will not stop until every one is fucking dead
Putting my cock
Into his neck
Fucking the wounds
Absolute bloodfuck
Now you are dead
Fucked to a pulp
Justified slaughter
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From the Ashtray
04:04
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One toke
They come alive
Born from the smoke
That gets you high
Cursed Bong
Chalice of ghouls
Soul sacrifice
The bong of doom
The evil spirits
Possess the weed
The fire burns
It sets them free
Your mind is vanquished
Your lungs are burned
Their souls invited
For the possession
Smoke until you die
The joint is rolled
And put to flame
The roach is dropped
Into the tray
From the ashtray
Born from the roach
A beast of Satan
Heavens reproach
Cannadarian demon
Satans doobie from hell
Smoked by a mortal human
You are stoned to death
Your soul is ripped from you
As evil fills your body
The high never ends
You are stoned to death
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Welcome to my museum of horror
The kinda shit you see in movies
Torture devices fill the chamber
As you are stripped, your body is bound
I am a fucking twisted psychopath
And I think you’re kind of cute
I wanna rip your cock and balls off
I wanna put stuff in your butt
Gas bong inserted into the anus
Past the rectum and into the colon
The bong fills with poop
I take out the bong and smoke weed
Tastes like poop, ree ree ree
Funny funny poop, ree ree ree
Smells like shit, ree ree ree
Put the bong in your butt
Put the bong in your butt
Blood and poop
Makes the weed taste good
I like to do this
Once a week
Butt Bong
Butt Bong
The stinky diarrhea fumes enter my lungs
I get so baked it tastes like poop and shit and farts
You wanna hit this?
Lets get high
Oh wait, you’re dead now
Nevermind
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Demonic resurrection of a beast most fowl
A spawn of evil, wretched beyond belief
Soaked in fluid, no skin to protect
A writhing mass of organs and blood
Festering death stench
Gaseous emissions
Unholy abomination to god and science
Leaving a residue of pus and mucus
This thing leaks everywhere
Dragging like a slug
Foaming at the orifices
Scabs start to form a crust
Disgusting mass of infection
Starts to squirm and move
Bulbous lifeform
Leaking mucus, pus, and semen
It feeds on all organic life
We feed it insects to keep it at bay
A sac forms, followed by another
As embryonic cells fill their incubators
Infected with rabies
And ripe with scabies
No one can save me
CUZ IT MAKES BABIES
IT MAKES BABIES
IT MAKES BABIES
IT MAKES BABIES
IT MAKES BABIES
Infected with rabies
And ripe with scabies
No one can save me
Cuz it makes babies
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CHOPPED 2 PIECES
04:07
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Homicidal
Maniac
Sexually deranged and violent
Murderous
Weaponized
Stops at nothing to satisfy his
Thirst for blood
And lust for flesh
Preying on women for their love parts
In disguise
No one can see
The man behind the fucking chainsaw
Murder in the night
Pervert in disguise
Victim to the knife
CHOPPED 2 PIECES
Pull the cord
Let 'er rip
Fire up the chainsaw, kill and slaughter
Cut them up
Drain their blood
Motorized hatred, lacerations
Pretty girls
Young and fresh
Perfect for slashing into minced meat
Fuck them all
Make them pay
Vengeance for mother, death to virgins
Murder in the night
Pervert in disguise
Victim to the knife
CHOPPED 2 PIECES
Ugh
CHOPPED 2 PIECES
No one can stop me
They have no idea who I am
I won't stop killing 'til the pieces fit
You all
Have come
To be my next victim
Cut them
To bits
Blood on their naked tits
Mother
Is dead
Killed by her psycho kid
She found
My porn
I made her pay
CHOPPED 2 PIECES
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