AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHRRR !!!!
We are the Grindfuckers, we destroy all and anything,
you need our s*** because ansonsten you're suffering.
We're grinding you to death not caring 'bout
intelligence
NO USE FOR A MESSAGE AT ALL
This text is written in my room
Because this song needs lyrics yet
It's about f****** b***** thrash
So it needs brutal speech like this
WAAAAR!!!
RAAAAPE!!!
BLOOOOD !!!
BUUUNNNIIEES !!!
Excrementory is the mould that nestles in your c***,
the cheesy herpes on your c*** that makes it f******
blunt.
The notifiable disease that makes your rosace grow,
we
f*** f*** f*** IN EVERY f****** HOLE!
We sound as brutal as your m************ mother did
during your birth, when you came out and teared off
her c***.
We sound as b****** as your namby-pamby father do
GETTING ON HIS CHEEK A GRINDFUCKERS
TATTOO!
I sit here bored and don't know how
to fill this lines with simple words
but b***** thrash like this needs lyrics,
also if noone understands.
I like the sunshine shining soft and warm on my
prepuce;
I like to move it and explore the liquid I produce;
I like such lyrics with wether any sense nor use -
Pampadimpadoo-bidoo-bidoo I've got the blues .
We are the Grindfuckers, we destroy all and anything,
you need our s*** because ansonsten you're suffering.
We're grinding you to death not caring 'bout
intelligence
NO USE FOR A MESSAGE AT ALL
This text is written in my room
Because this song needs lyrics yet
It's about f****** b***** thrash
So it needs brutal speech like this
WAAAAR!!!
RAAAAPE!!!
BLOOOOD !!!
BUUUNNNIIEES !!!
Excrementory is the mould that nestles in your c***,
the cheesy herpes on your c*** that makes it f******
blunt.
The notifiable disease that makes your rosace grow,
we
f*** f*** f*** IN EVERY f****** HOLE!
We sound as brutal as your m************ mother did
during your birth, when you came out and teared off
her c***.
We sound as b****** as your namby-pamby father do
GETTING ON HIS CHEEK A GRINDFUCKERS
TATTOO!
I sit here bored and don't know how
to fill this lines with simple words
but b***** thrash like this needs lyrics,
also if noone understands.
I like the sunshine shining soft and warm on my
prepuce;
I like to move it and explore the liquid I produce;
I like such lyrics with wether any sense nor use -
Pampadimpadoo-bidoo-bidoo I've got the blues .