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TRASHER LYRICS
"Death By Demo" (2007 Demo)
1. Emo-Scene Killing Spree
2. Give 'Em Hell
3. Slayed By The Blade
4. Take A Load Off
5. InsTRASHmental
6. Suck My Ass
7. Zombie Apocalypse
1. Emo-Scene Killing Spree
2. Give 'Em Hell
3. Slayed By The Blade
4. Take A Load Off
You dont go to burger king only to McDonalds
You refuse to eat it unless it's from Ronald
You eat and eat and eat, twice as much as guys
But you dont have to worry cause it aint goin to your thighs
Run to the bathroom better close the door
Fall on the seat and feel it poor
You reach for the paper but there's no more
But it doesnt really matter youll be shitting til your sore
14 meals a day, and 30 milk shakes
Supersize that shit, until your tummy aches
You were born with a disease
Poopin all day
But you wont gain a pound cause youll just flush it all away
The girls are all so jealous, but the guys are so grossed out
Your boyfriend went and left you cause you shit on his couch
The school fucking hates you cause you cant stay in class
Keep going to the bathroom to rub H on your ass
Why dont you peel your corn, you dumb fucking slob
Then your hole wont hurt from shitting out the cob
Go see a doctor or your disease will stay
And if you fucking dont then youll just flush yourself away..
5. InsTRASHmental
6. Suck My Ass
SUCK MY ASS
SUCK MY ASS
SUCK MY ASS!
You wrote a fucking note, that there was a bomb
Then you got caught and you cried to your mom
You thought you were cool, ten days of suspension
So you chilled at home on mommy's strip club pension
When you came back to school, the girls thought you were gay
Your stunt didnt work, just scared them all away
You had nothing left, just pen and paper
You wrote some more notes, NOW YOU TAKE IT IN THE POOPER!
BOMB THREAT!/Noone cares
BOMB THREAT!/Noones scared
BOMB THREAT!/You think you're cool
BOMB THREAT!/ You're a fuckin tool
SUCK MY ASS
7. Zombie Apocalypse
Machette in your hand
Looking around the bend
Planning your next move
So you dont become food
Shooting for the head
Severing the brain
You've gotta kill 'em fast
Or it will be your bane
The dead, they walk
Only to kill
You've got to fight or you surely will die
Machette in the head
Chainsaw to the neck
Shotgun point blank
Rotting flesh
Attack from behind
You're not quick enough
Teeth sink into your neck
Drives you insane
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
You feel your body deform and start to change
You're fucked like the rest of them
The only thing you know is rage
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