HATE BEYOND HATE
Fuck this sorry excuse for a world
Life sucks, to hell with everything
I'll piss on those who are happy
Anger and hate is what I bring
I'm sick of all this love
I wanna see some hate
I'll slaughter those happy lovers
They'll never go on another date
Behead a newly wed couple
Sew the heads onto the wrong bodies
Now that's picture perfect
The smell of death blows in the breeze
The cheerleaders deserve a massacre
Show no respect for the dead
Rape their lifeless bodies
Fuck'em when they're bloody and red
Chop off their arms and legs
And away with your bitch's head
You only need the good parts of her
Then take the bitch to bed
Kill, kill, and kill again
Murder all you can
Take other lives for your pleasure
Be a fucking man
(C) MORBID SHADOW 2000
Here's Boomer
I'm sick and demented
And love to play with dynamite
Never once lamented
It's how I get high each night
Ain't no fool
Not gonna blowup your school
Or a federal building
Don't want to be in prison all my life
And live like a gelding
Or be Bubba's wife
Just do it for kicks
Love watching the explosion
Like some do the Knicks
The fun is in the commotion
Would love to sit and write some more
But I'm on my way to blowup a department store
Anson Pine
It Ain't Easy Being Me
It ain't easy being me
A serial killer on the run
They talk about me on tv
About all the things I've done
People think all I ever do
is butcher and kill all the time
But that's far from being true
There's much more to my life of crime
It takes time to find my victims
It takes a lot of planning
I must think of a way to trick them
Killing can be very demanding
There are guns and gloves to buy
Knives must be constantly sharpened
I'm always shopping for a new disguise
It takes time to find a good bargain
The police are always after me
They want to put me in jail
And all my victim's families
want to see me burn in hell
It gets lonely always on the run
Nope, it ain't easy being me
Someday you'll see the things I've done
in a movie directed by Spike Lee
Haji O'Brien
Letting Go
I lie on the beach under a beautiful blue sky
Thinking of her as the breeze massages my soul
She broke my heart and left me for another guy
Now I find my mind lies in a tormented hellhole
I had to unchain my heart and let her go
And that is why I had to do what I had to do
I shot the bitch and killed the little ho
Then I shot and killed her lousy boyfriend too
I shot her twenty times and put a knife in her chest
Then I blew off her boyfriend's smirky, ugly face
But before I did all that I cut off her two fake breasts
There was blood and silicone all over the place
And now I lie under a sun drenched blue sky
As the massaging breeze continues to blow
I feel calm and at ease and I think I know why
Because I killed the
Haji O'Brien
MY SUICIDE NOTE
I hate my life
I want it to end
Rape me I care
For it's what I desire
I'll supply you with the tools
Knifes, scalpes, and all the rest
Just beat me
Fuck me
And all the rest
I want to bleed
From my cunt I hate
Don't make it quick
Just let it go on
I gave you what you need
Now give me what I want
I'll even let you inpregnate me
And kill the son of a bitch too
Tie me to a bed
Slice me from end to end
Eat me for dinner
That's all I ever wanted
Don't use a gun
It won't make it fun
Just use your twisted mind
And justice will be done
(C) JESSI 2001
SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
I love to shoot my guns
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
Shooting is so much fun
I love to shoot at birds
and blow off their little heads
That will teach them for leaving turds
on my brand new tool shed
I love to shoot at my neighbor's house
It scares them out of their wits
My goal is to kill their little dog
because in my yard he always shits
I love to shoot at passerbys
It's fun to watch them fall
And if I only graze them
Then it's fun to watch them crawl
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
I love to shoot my guns
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
Shooting is so much fun
Reverend Seymour Maynard
STUPID DEAD CUNT!
You wouldn't stop talking, you just kept on blabbing
I warned you to shut the fuck up
But you just ignored me and started to bore me
It must have took you by suprise
When I punched you in the eye
I hit you again, you pissed your pants
And that look on your face it made me laugh
You really didn't like it when I hit you with that hammer
I was gonna kill you anyway so I didn't think it'd matter
How many blows did you receive? Who had time to count?
But now it's time to see what pain is really all about
Tie you up, tie you down, kick your head, tear your gown
Slap your face, bite yer tits- Up till now you ain't felt shit
Fingers crushed, toes cut off, windpipe smashed, bloody coughs
Broken jaw, cuts and scrapes- This goes far beyond rape
Bleeding cunt, torn dress; shit bitch, you're a mess
I'll fuck you out of your last breath, I won't stop till after death
Pathetic tears, such a waste- Here's my shit, have a taste
Beg all you want but I won't stop, a table leg crammed up your twat
And something nice completes the task- a tent stake pounded up your ass
You can't die yet, I'm not quite done, don't act like you ain't having fun
The stake pulled out, but then replaced- I think I rather fuck your face
As I come, you will go- End your life with one last blow
Now that you're bloody and battered and dead
Your brain oozes out from the crack in your head
I bend down to see it, there really ain't much
You're such a pathetic STUPID DEAD CUNT
(C) SICKOPATH 2000
THE HUNT
I'm on your trail like leaches on a ragging cunt
I'm a homicidal maniac on a vicious hunt
I'll stalk and follow you until you're dead
When I do I'm tying you to a bed
I'm gonna strip you nude
Your body will be my food
I'll eat you alive with joy
You're my torture toy
I'll chew on your pussy lips
I'm a thirsty boy taking bloody sips
Slowly the blood is painting the floor
I'm glad I'm killing this stupid whore
I can see her bleeding to death
I'm grinning as she takes her last breath
Now I must preserve the meat
Eating her flesh will be such a treat
I'll put the bitch on a meat hook
My mouth will water when she's ready to cook
I'll chew her tender flesh, it's such a meal
When the meat is gone, another life I'll steal
(C) MORBID SHADOW 2000
Thoughts Of A Married Man
I can't take my wife
She drives me crazy
Ruined my life
And extremely lazy
Thought of burying her in a ditch
Instead gave her arsenic
The evil witch
I laced her parsnip
Now I wait for her to sleep
In the morning I shall weep
This time I gave a double dose
I don't want to hear that she arose
I shall go to heaven not hell
With my wife I have lived it, I do foretell
Merle C. Paxton
Twisted
Twisted, Yeah I'm Twisted
Twisted every night and day
because of some stupid old bitch
Who screwed me up in every way
I am pissed but I have no fear
Just the simple thought of her
makes what I must do quite clear
She shall meet my beloved woodchipper
Her pale, white arms reach out to me
And her eyes are bulging helplessly
I'm surprised at all the blood I see
But you know the bitch always was pretty messy
Twisted, Yeah, I'm twisted
But inner peace I have found
Because that dumb old bitch
Is now six feet underground
Twisted, Yeah I'm Twisted
But inner peace I have found
Just knowing that dumb old bitch
Will never ever make another sound
The Reverend Wallis T. Goodfellow
DO IT
It sucks to be you
Friendless and unwanted
You live in emptiness and despair
Picked on and teased
Laughed at by bullies
Do it now, no one will care
All your life you suffer
Abandoned by your mother
Beaten by your father
Why even bother...
Kill yourself, do it now
Cut your wrists, I'll show you how
Slice the long way, not across
Bleed to death in your parent's bathtub
All the girls laugh at you as you walk by
They don't give a fuck if you live or you die
The dog that you bought yourself just ran away
It hated it's owner; it would rather be stray
Masturbating to a pair of bloody underwear
A girl on the rag must have thrown it away
Your existence makes me sick, your life amounts to shit
How can you stand it? Do it now, do it! Do it today!
Drink a fifth of Uncle Jack
Pop some pills, smoke some crack
Eat a fucking shotgun blast
Jump off a freeway overpass
Hang yourself from a tree branch
Do it now, don't take a chance
And if you choose to leave a note explaining why you died
Be sure and bring my Web Site up so I can capitalize
(C) SICKOPATH 2000
Feelings of Hate
I am consumed with such feelings of hate
When I look at your face
When I look in those eyes
Those eyes I want nothing more
Than to gouge out with a rusty ice pick
And then stomp on the ground
With the heel of my boot
Crushing them on the pavement
Squishing them flat with a splat!
And a smear of blood on the ground
These feelings of hate
They're taking over my life
All that is on my mind
Is the insane desire to kill
To maim, to destroy, to snuff out your life
And then to add that one final touch
For that one final deed, that finishing act
I will then shit on your dead corpse
You're existence appalls me
The very sight of you disgusts me
You repulsive bastard,
You vile, wretched son of a bitch
How I will take pleasure in gutting you
In cutting you
In slitting your throat
I can no longer take these feelings of hate
They're ruining my life
Diminishing the quality of my life
It's like a disease
A cancer eating away at me
Tearing me apart
And the only cure for that disease
The only form of chemotherapy
Is to finally annihilate your ass
To hold your severed bloody head on a pike
I will split your head open with my sledgehammer
To splatter your brains on the pavement
To swish my feet around in all the gray matter
I will take great pleasure in eating those brains
Yummy, delicious brains
Swishing in my mouth
Brains appearing as oatmeal
In the cereal bowl that will be your shattered skull
Eating them, swallowing them, digesting them
And then finally purging them from my system through my rectum
Shitting them out
The best shit I will have ever taken
Oh how I will enjoy cutting your stomach open
With my dull, rusty steak knife
Infecting the wounds as I open you up
I will bathe in your blood
Splash it around and drink it all up
Tear out your innards, your most vital organs
Your intestines will come first
I will wear them around my neck
They will become my gold medals
They will become my trophies of honor
A remembrance of what we had
And of how you lost
For that is what I must do
To curb the intensity
To stop this insanity
And to finally end these wretched,
Festering
Feelings of hate
Eating me alive inside
(c) 2001 The Shitter
Gun Fever
(Makes Me Feel So Good)
It is late at night
Somewhere in your neighborhood
All his weapons laid out in sight
He feels safe, as if you could
The police scanner on
Cleaning his 44
Not far from gone
Stroking it like a whore
Cold, blue steel
Bought it at a gun show
A pretty good deal
Sets it down
Picks up his Uzi
Thinks to himself
This is a doozy
Holds it tight
Waiting for an invader
So far, not tonight
He thinks maybe later
Safe with all his protection
They give him power
As well as an erection
For over an hour
Time for bed
It's getting late
Gun fever in his head
He's tired and can no longer wait
Takes his finger off the trigger
Packs up the gear
With passion and rigor
Feeling no fear
A good night's sleep for this fellow
For he has a Ruger under his pillow
Anson Pine
To Santa Claus and Little Sisters
Once... he wrote a poem
And called it "Chops."
Because that was the name of his dog,
and that’s
what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star.
And his mother hung it on the kitchen
door and
read it to all his aunts...
Once...he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence."
Because that was the name of his grief
and that’s
what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door,
because he never let her see it...
Once...at 3 a.m....he tried another poem...
And he called it absolutely nothing,
because that’s
what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door
because he
couldn’t reach the kitchen.
A Familar Story
Love is a gamble
kissing is a game
guys do all tha fucking
gurls get all tha blame
one night of pleasure
nine months of pain
three days in hospital
baby needs a name
daddy is a bastard
mummy is a whore
none of this would happen
if the rubber hadnt torn!
Shorty
Eternal Bliss
You’re the disease that I suffer from.
The purebread hate that inspires me.
To do the shit that I live for.
Can’t fight the cravings.
I need to break into your mind.
Control you.
You do as I force you to.
Cuz I feed on your pain.
You don’t even know it.
In your mind I reign.
I am God to you.
I pretend to be your savior.
Supplying you that certain flavor.
That creates a mind of my own.
Overlapping your own.
Can’t you see what’s happening?
Of course you can’t.
Almost forgot.
I am you and you are none.
When you choose to walk you will run.
This is quite fun.
My hate for you controls you.
I want you.
I can have you.
You’re afraid of me.
I can see it in your eyes.
I can hear your voices’ cries.
You just don’t want to be hated.
Cuz you’re weak.
You can’t even speak.
Tongue-tied.
Deep inside you wish I died.
So little pride.
Stick up for yourself.
I’m not any better than you.
It’s all perception.
You think I’m better because that’s what I make you think.
There’s a cure for this.
I call it “Eternal Bliss.”
A one milligram tablet sets you free.
You’ll be whatever you wanna be.
Take two.
There’ll be few more fucked up than you.
Take three and be just like me.
Controlling who I hate.
The ability to seal one’s fate.
A conscience crystal clear.
Your pathetic, insecure life’s all there is to fear.
High risk.
It’s up to you.
What do you choose to do?
Brian
Fucked Up end of the deal!!!
When I met you it was in a bar,
You didn't even have your own car.
Then the days went by and you made me smile,
I don't know I think I just liked your style.
Some days were better, some days were worse,
You put me under a spell or some kind of curse.
Then things started getting rough and going downhill,
And I'm the one that got the fucked up end of the deal.
I'm so glad I never became your wife,
Because that really would of fucked up my life.
Time went fast, days went by,
Because everything you told me,
Even that you loved me, was a lie.
Then you ate some fuckin ho,
That's one of the reasons I had to go.
Now I have to say goodbye, because it did not last,
I'm going to live for the future, not in the past.
Shirley
Get Out Of My Head
An exchange of glances. Mine a glare.
Stop looking at me. I tried to persuade her with my eyes.
A vision sweeps through my mind. I sense this woman’s cries.
A big, bright, beautiful stare. She forced me to do it.
Why’d she have to keep on doing that shit?
I got those sudden cravings that I can never ignore.
One more helpless victim added to my score.
All she wanted was to talk to me.
Makes no difference.
The same goes with the last three.
My insecurities push me to do these things.
I feel like a hopeless peasant.
Everybody else, kings.
That’s why I did it. I could tell she liked me.
It made me feel trapped. Killing her would set me free.
Tricked again, by my insecure mind.
I thought I ditched it, but it snuck up from behind.
Tackled me. I was one with the ground.
Nobody to save me. Nobody else around.
Why can’t I just be caught?
Never happens when you want it to.
Why can’t I just be shot?
Ending yours and mine’s mysery.
Time for me to set off on a journey, I will find a cure.
I want so badly to have a mind forever pure.
I am at a fork in the road, which path should i take?
One path lies my dream-come-true, the other a total mistake.
I take the path that i see best.
Three steps to victory I get shot in the chest.
Blood pulsing out I will die no doubt,
I’m so close to death, so close to passing out.
I take my last look up and to my surprise,
I see my insecure mind staring me straight into my eyes.
[I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.]
*inspired by Linkin Park - "In The End"
Brian
Ride With Santa
It was December one year ago,late Christmas eve the night was bitter cold.
In the midst of a blizzard with a blinding snow, I was stranded on a dark lonely road.
I was nearly froze to death that cold winter night, when suddenly I saw a much welcomed sight,
coming from the darkness, gleaming bright, cutting through the snow was set of fog lights.
I anxiuosly waited as the lights drew near and the humming of an engine was like music to my ears.
I waited and watched till the lights shined clear, and from that haze of heavy snow a pick up truck appeared.
It was a cherry red F-One Fifty, four wheel drive, it had SANTA CLAUS painted on the side.
Those big white letters were streaked with blood from the carcass of a reindeer strapped across the hood.
The dude behind the wheel looked kind of weird, with a red velvet suit and a long white beard,
but he opened the door and said, Boy climb on in here, then he fired up a doobie and popped the top on a beer.
I felt just a little uneasy as I climbed in that truck and spied a rifle rack made from antlers off a reindeer buck.
The cab was filled with the oder of refer and beer, and there sit two other little fellows with long pointed ears.
It was eerie and smelly, but warm inside. I tried holding my breath as I said thanks for the ride.
I closed the door and settled down, as the ol' dude took another toke and passed that doobie around.
He looked at me all glassy eyed and spoke sort of lazy like his brain was fried.
He said, My name's Santa, these are my elves, I'm sort of in a hurry son, so brace yourself.
He took a hit off the doobie and chugged down a beer, revved up the engine, put the tranny in gear.
He popped the clutch and chuckled, Oh! Oh! Oh! and that F-One Fifty split the blinding snow.
They seemed to be a jolly crew full of Christms cheer, but I kept starring at those rifles and that dead reindeer.
The ol' dude was happy, but still a bit weird, and I was a bit leary of those two little fellows with the long pointed ears.
The ol' dude was smoking and drinking, he was high as a kite, and driving like a maniac through a blizzard that night.
I was worried and scared and hugging the door, thinking this old fool is gonna kill me for sure.
He had Elvis on the radio blasting out loud and the smoke in that truck was like a heavy gray cloud.
I was starting to wonder how I ended up here, with some crazy fat dude and two little fellows with long pointed ears.
Well,I never felt the buzz coming on and before I knew it I was flat out stoned.
We were bouncing off roof tops and soaring through the sky, and I know damn well a pick up truck can't fly.
These dudes were partying hearty while spreading Christmas cheer, I was plain paranoid and trembling with fear.
See, all I wanted was some place warm, not a party with Santa in an air borne Ford.
At last he come to a stop just before daylight, and he passed me a beer as he bid me good-night.
Terrified and trembling I muttered, thanks for the ride, then I opened the door and hauled my ass outside.
I started kissing the ground, I was glad to be alive. He was laying own rubber peeling out of my drive.
As into the darkness those taillights disappeared, he yelled,
Merry f------ Christmas and Happy New Year!
John C. Colyer
Sincerity
If I had a girl I'd serenade her with song,
And have conversations that last all night long.
If I had a girl I'd always be caring,
And cherish each moment that we would be sharing.
If I had a girl I would never stray,
And I would defend her till my dying day.
If I had a girl I would act like a wussy,
Cuz I would say anything just to get some good pussy!
Yina