Ya know, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I might think, not even for a nano-second, that parental warning label stickers were at all neccessary. And then I stumbled across the album DEVIRGINATED GENITAL PULP (Forever Underground Records, 2003) by Detroit, Michigan's charming and erudite Mutilated.
It's pretty much your standard death metal/grindcore, but holy mother of Cthulhu, check out a sampling of the lyrics! Lennon and McCartney it ain't, and I bet GG Allin must be kicking himself in his grave for O.D.ing and not doing a tour with these guys! But I'll let their poetry speak for itself.
HER SPADED ANUS
An unusual wretched slut who craves not vaginal penetration
But needs her turd hole stretched beyond Its limitation
She pays top dollar to any shmuck with a dong
Such a filthy cunt, she’ll let you blow it on her tongue
Doesn’t care if shit stains her mouth
She loves the taste of stool
Hands on her ankles head on the floor
Exploding her anal pool
Her ass’s next encounter will be with my calloused fist
Yes, I will jam my hand into
A place were a bunch of guys have pissed
Her ass sucked it up way too easy
To receive any pain
So I jammed it in even further
Just drove this bitch insane
It’s time to excavate
What this cunt holds so sacred
Withdraw my arm from her ass
And make the bitch taste it
Suffer she is destined
She never tasted her intestine
Picking a place to carve a hole in
So I can masturbate into her colon
Stabbing an inch above her sphincter
I make a mess of her crack
Jizzing in her stinker
I show her Her pulp-like asshole
Lying in my hand
She begged for me to put it back
So I kicked her fucking teeth in
Grinning, knowing this chick cannot blow a fart
For I’m the motherfucker who ripped her ass apart
(pause to regain even a shred of tastefulness)
Yep, that's pretty nasty. But the next one is far worse, so it's only fair to warn you before you proceed any further.
YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY WARNED AGAINST READING THE NEXT SONG IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY A DECENT HUMAN BEING.
Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...(drum roll, please)
HOLLOWED OUT CUNT
Disgusting, unconceivable craving for pussy
Beautifully butchered creampies so bloody
Nipples removed to expose slimy fat
Leaking rancid stenched goo
Squeezing tits till they're flat
Hedge clippers are my choice of tool
One blade in her cunt
The other in her ass
Gently in place only to be savagely hacked
Pussy and anus now one giant shit smelling gash
Not only do I fuck the attractive gory soggy hole
I jam my fist in as far as it will go
Colon, bladder, and uterus
Blended into jelly
All done with my hand
inside her belly
Removing handfuls of internal glop
Soon to feed upon rank piss smelling slop
My cock is hard as it sloshes through the mess
It only makes me hotter as I stab her chest
Hearing bone crunch as blade slams through her sternum
Must fuck the wounds between her tits so I can cum
I’m sweating like a fucking pig
Now she’s not that elegant after I blow my load
I throw her pieces in the garbage
(another very loooooooong pause)
So. Do you think these guys may have some issues with women? I admit that I'm on board for "Disgusting, unconceivable craving for pussy," a statement that defines about 97% of my waking existence, but the whole thing just goes on to plumb new depths of awfulness from that point on. Are these guys serious? I don't think that they're writing this stuff as a means of redirecting any actual urges to vaginally/anally mutilate people, but do they consider this to be in any way artistic? Are these merely the plaintive musings of a bunch of guys who've never gotten bare tit, let alone been granted an invitation into the Good Place? And, knowing plenty of women who are into metal, even the harsher death metal variety, I'm curious to hear what they have to say about this one. Yeeeeeeesh...
3 comments:
Well, they did get your attention, didn't they?
I haven't heard the songs, but I'm sure they sound something akin to:
"Rahhhgheah rgrahh haggdhh archhrrrgled" (Repeat ad-nauseam)...
Also, Richard Christie from the Stern Show has mentioned many times that most Death Metal shows are sausage parties. No one gets laid. I'm firmly convinced 99.9999999% of death metal is purely shock value.
When I get married I want to use the first song for our first wedding dance at the reception. Its so romantic.
--=MR.JOE=--
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