The most unholy terror
Most profane blasphemy
It's coming to your town
It's infecting your city
The ringing screams of the diseased
Carry through the leaves of trees
Mother f***, this again?
I thought we cured the air herpes
Men and children run and cry
To escape the lord of plagues
Carve the coffins, grab some shovels
We'd better start digging graves
Where are the women? Are they all dead?
That would f****** suck!
That's when we saw it, oh Jesus the terror
All their t*** were falling off!
A hulking mound of rotting t** flesh
Mourned by weeping chicks and dudes
Where once sat lovely knockers
Instead were concave wounds
The A cupped girls didn't mind much
The B cups were distraught
The C cupped ladies f****** cried
D cups and up blew their heads off
Goreshack bros! To the rescue
We'll get to the bottom of this
Dreaded air herpes and now this s***
This terrible breastilence?
They stole our b**** those m************!
We gathered up the Weredude and the witchdoctor Steve
We told them the news, they did not believe
We showed them the piles, they both cried
I could see in their eyes a small part of them died
We jumped in the car to investigate
No reason or time to procrastinate
We searched the through the alleys, again and again
Weredude spotted some peculiar marked cans.
"Leviticorp" was the logo, what's this about?
The cans were opened, and gas was leaking out
We did some research and a few web searches
These guys were chemists, funded by some churches
A moral agenda was their motivation
They were trying to stop s** and masturbation
Theyd release mutant herpes, and ruin our ladies
To stop us from fornicating and e**********
We knocked down their door, they scattered like rats
Weredude ate a few, Steve pelted them with scat.
Most of them escaped, in a puff of smoke
Chainsaw hacked their PCs, and made an antidote
May this be the last we hear, of those little s****
Trying to block my dong, and ruin all the t***
Most profane blasphemy
It's coming to your town
It's infecting your city
The ringing screams of the diseased
Carry through the leaves of trees
Mother f***, this again?
I thought we cured the air herpes
Men and children run and cry
To escape the lord of plagues
Carve the coffins, grab some shovels
We'd better start digging graves
Where are the women? Are they all dead?
That would f****** suck!
That's when we saw it, oh Jesus the terror
All their t*** were falling off!
A hulking mound of rotting t** flesh
Mourned by weeping chicks and dudes
Where once sat lovely knockers
Instead were concave wounds
The A cupped girls didn't mind much
The B cups were distraught
The C cupped ladies f****** cried
D cups and up blew their heads off
Goreshack bros! To the rescue
We'll get to the bottom of this
Dreaded air herpes and now this s***
This terrible breastilence?
They stole our b**** those m************!
We gathered up the Weredude and the witchdoctor Steve
We told them the news, they did not believe
We showed them the piles, they both cried
I could see in their eyes a small part of them died
We jumped in the car to investigate
No reason or time to procrastinate
We searched the through the alleys, again and again
Weredude spotted some peculiar marked cans.
"Leviticorp" was the logo, what's this about?
The cans were opened, and gas was leaking out
We did some research and a few web searches
These guys were chemists, funded by some churches
A moral agenda was their motivation
They were trying to stop s** and masturbation
Theyd release mutant herpes, and ruin our ladies
To stop us from fornicating and e**********
We knocked down their door, they scattered like rats
Weredude ate a few, Steve pelted them with scat.
Most of them escaped, in a puff of smoke
Chainsaw hacked their PCs, and made an antidote
May this be the last we hear, of those little s****
Trying to block my dong, and ruin all the t***