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Pungent Stench: "Dirty Rhymes And Psychotronic Beats" – 1993

энциклопедия: Pungent Stench

Состав группы:

  • Jacek Perkowski – бас
  • Alex Wank (Rector Stench) – ударные
  • Martin Schirenk (Don Cochino) – вокал, гитары

Pungent Stench: "Dirty Rhymes And Psychotronic Beats" – 1993

Композиции:

  1. Praise The Names Of The Musical Assassins
  2. Viva La Muerte
  3. Why Can The Bodies Fly
  4. Blood Pus And Gastric Juice
  5. Horny Little Piggy Bank
  6. Four 'F' Club
  7. Blood, Pus And Gastric Juice

Лирика

1. Praise The Names Of The Musical Assassins

2. Viva La Muerte

Que pasa Hombre, do you know what's up?
Don't fuck with me, baby, I'm gonna kick your butt
Your blood will flow when I start to cut
I'm a thriller, a chiller, a killer and though like Godzilla!
Man you gotta kiss me where the sun don't shine
I'm an assassin,
I kick your ass and I tear your spine.
Pretty soon your face will be my seat
But before you die you will dance this pungent beat
I think you don't know what I am
A homicidal lunatic
Despire of mankind
Human life ain't shit to me
And you will repent
That you came into my life, fuck your body up like a carcrash
Shoot you in your head, turn your face into a mash
I'm not afraid to die, because I am invincible
Viva la muerte, that's my goddamn principle
Yeah I like to kill at will
Against a guy like me exists no medicine or pill
Fucking bath my hand in human waste
Your twisting flesh is what I wanna taste
The disagreeable part is yet to come
I'm gonna get your bitch and fuck this piece of scum
And when you start to smell, after a while
She has to suck your dick, when I screw her in doggy-style
I jerk off in your face
And she licks it up
She swallows everything
Watching this stupid chick
Sucking a deadmans dick
Makes me really hot
Just like a rebel, I'm making trouble
Bitch, shut up otherwise you make it double
Don't offer resistance, because I am invincible
Viva la muerte, that's my motherfucking principle

3. Why Can The Bodies Fly

Atomism is a way
In the crowded world today
Little dancing tender child
Why have all your dreams gone by

I took them in a tower
Where all the big black flowers
Died in a dreadful horror
When they heard the ghastly hour

Why can the bodies fly
Without a laugh
I am lost in darkest woods
Without a moon

Starless night, deathful night
Ghosts are walking in the tropics
Like the shadows making terror
On the morrow of the sun

I pushed them in a tomb
Where all the godly mob
Dried of insolently gush
Cause everybody was a lush

Black flowers
Thrown in my way of power
Crushing the diverted crowd

Insight look in an ol' fairy book
Teach you more of devil's brain
Catalistic thoughts in a poet's mind
Cull the flowers of my time

I took them in a tower
Where all the big black flowers
Died in a dreadful horror
When they heard the ghastly hour

4. Blood Pus And Gastric Juice

(Rare Groove-Mix)

Listen to me I have a story to tell
About a guy whose name I can't spell

He likes blood, pus and gastric juice
Of course blood too, so let him booze
He is insane for a brain
Laps of gut sips the fluid
For the sweet he takes meat
To the bone for him alone

Never he is full or has enough
Wouldn't dream of stop eating people though

5. Horny Little Piggy Bank

Slut! Shut the fuck up and get off my dick
Wasted! That's what the hell your are
A piece of pussy and that makes me sick
Money is all that matters in your worthless life
Right now you get everything back
You broke my heart, so I'll break your neck
With my hands, I fucking crack the bone
Oh, I enjoy your pain
Watch you bleed to death
Just can't wait till you take your last breath
You played your games with me
Love made me blind now I can see
You wanted my money but I'm not rich
Whatever you got, you deserve it bitch
Dead! Your body smells like rotten fish
Painful was your demise and cash has been your last wish
Yeah, I will keep your body in my house
Fuck you whenever I want Lick up your asshole and your cunt!
With my tongue I taste the juice
Ain't got nothing to loose
I take the shit on your face Your existence was a disgrace
I gotta give you what the fuck you need
Cash! Here you are, I fill your body with it
Open up you buttcheeks and drop the coins in your ass
Sweet little sister, now you're my piggy bank
Some day you're gonna be full
A money-pregnant slag
And heavy like a tank
My horny little piggy bank

6. Four 'F' Club

7. Blood, Pus And Gastric Juice

Listen to me I have a story to tell
About a guy whose name I can't spell

He likes blood, pus and gastric juice
Of course blood too, so let him booze
He is insane for a brain
Laps of gut sips the fluid
For the sweet he takes meat
To the bone for him alone

Never he is full or has enough
Wouldn't dream of stop eating people though

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