1. |
Execution Video
02:50
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Mop headed cunt
Jowly, unkempt
Fuck off
Stuttering twat
A quiver of gelatine
Livery lipped
Walking sarcoma
Metastasised
Blonde fucking tumour
I’ve always wanted to watch this man die
Hunting knife between the sections of spine
Eyes rolling back, to expose both the whites
Separating the head from the dead cellulite
Stammering, struggling, gasping for air
Sucking and rasping
Swollen eyes, throatfucking him with cold steel
Livid complexion, bladder released
Army boot pressed to the base of the spine
Stamp! Stamp! Stamp! Stamp!
He’s been the centre his whole fuckin life
Smash his reality
With a dismal blow
Sever the spine last, carve out the throat
Be incompetant, fumble around
Leave an inch left so you have to yank the rest off
Next time I see you on my screen
It should be getting your head cut off
By fucking Isis
7 Seconds till your brain shuts down
7 Seconds stretched ou forever
7 seconds to ask how could this happen
And you’ll still never even know
Bet you’d wish you’d died on that ventilator
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2. |
U.K.B.M.
02:48
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U K B Motherfucker
Storming the ramparts, no posers allowed
Grimmer then grim
You caress your knight’s templar
Spout blood and soil like you built it yourself
You’re not a viking, you’re some dipshit from Stockport
U K B Motherfucker
Monochrome battlevest, band logo here
As iconoclastic as Jimmy Savile
Got the same world view as my weird old uncle
You think your views are too much
But they’re the same as my grandad’s
Got “beyond good and evil” in the spank bank
Attack panda grimace, claw at the sky
Burzum logo itching to be argued over
"It's not racist to support racist music"
It's also not racist to call you a cunt
Getting called out gets you enraged
“You need a thick skin”
Sez the whining man baby,
Sez the whining man baby,
Neckbeard dinner lady
Dressed in black with your Alghiz pendant
And your Totenkopf undies
And your Sword and wolf Jockstrap that your boyfriend bought you
(yeah you fuckin love that jockstrap)
Fragile as fuck.
Gatekeepingrr nerd
Wanking to Tolkien
Spaffing to Neitzsche
(You like your dark medieval times so much,, I don’t see you in such a rush to get back to them - I’ll take me electric guitar back - play the fucking hurdy gurdy or something you olde time cunt.
You seem to be under the mistaken impression that you’re one of the ubermensche - but the fact of the matter is, in the eyes of your perfect society, you’d be the first on the block with your weird music and yourfunny clothes
have fun being a serf, dickhead)
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3. |
Plastic
01:28
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Check out the hi-vis
Check out the helmet
You’re just a plastic pig
Plasticine bacon
Fucking quorn rasher
You’re a fuckin plastic pig
Devoid of status
No fuckin power
You’re just a plastic pig
Think you’re a big boy
Playing with big toys
Just a fuckin plastic pig
Move me along, talk like a giant
Good job citizen, make your mother proud
Inadequate shitbag
Impotent and pissed about it
You just need to shake me down
You couldn’t be a copper
So you became a plastic
A high viz jacket where your dick should be
You self rightious fuck
So full of your self worth
Face like a smacked arse
Snarling bulldog, drooling jowly, stupid.
Move me along, talk like a giant
Good job citizen, make your mum proud
Grab your pencil out your hand
Watch your skin go a bright red
Oh shit, My Chest, Oh Shit, My Arm!
Down you go
To much Stella To much Creatine
Check out the hi-vis
Check out the helmet
You’re just a plastic pig
Plasticine bacon
Fucking quorn rasher
You’re a plastic pig
Gasping in the street
Pissing yourself
Never quite believing
This is happening to you
Should have let me smokey biffta
Should have let me ask for change
You fuckin plastic pig
Now dying in the street
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4. |
Every Fucking Day
03:40
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Sometimes I feel the need to shit in my hands
And rub your eyes
I want to piss blood down your throat
Everything I think that I’ve got I want to give to you
I wanna turn inside out and hurl my guts onto you
This happens every fucking day
Stay quiet and reserved
But I want to pull off your fucking jaw
And crawl down your neck
And puke my guts up down your throat
And sew you up, say “you’ll be fucking fine”
You’ll be fucking fine
You’ve reached a crossroads
Say one more fucking thing
Say one more fucking thing
Say one more fucking thing
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5. |
Poppies and Swastikas
04:01
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Pick you out and wind you up
Put you down and let you go
Pork and Gammon cut from the same pig
Wear your poppy, wear with pride
The symbol of dead long and gone
Their sacrifice you secretly despise
Your colleagues fuckin hate your guts
You’re swollen, red and scared
The weirdo in the corner
Seiging hell all on the net
Wear the poppy even though you hate what it means
Wear the poppy, gammon cunt
If you’re the best of Britain, then your Britain fuckin weeps
Weeps
Spit flies on protest lines
Right arm raised at an angle
Poppy taking pride of place
Next to the double lightening strike
Your piece of red shit paper means nothing to me
If a cunt like you can wear it
It’s a symbol of hate to me
If a cunt like you can use it
Those men you claim to love, you hate
Those men, they died, and left us with you.
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