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Post by ThePunisher_129 on Aug 19, 2009 18:57:05 GMT -5
Your stinking corpse I desire
nothing can take me higher
Fucking you till your bones break
Another one has to die
Come dripping from my dick
Fucking you to the core
Can't take this anymore
My brain is driving me insane
Necrolust
Eating the flesh of a thousand corpses
Bloodsucking cuntless nuns
her guts were boiling out of her butt
Eating her slimey cunt as I hold her tits
Come posercorpse and die again!
Necrolust
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Post by kaasa on Aug 19, 2009 21:15:00 GMT -5
You have a beautiful singing voice
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Post by ThePunisher_129 on Aug 20, 2009 15:00:37 GMT -5
Thanks ;D
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Post by Mutant Crouch on Aug 20, 2009 16:51:10 GMT -5
It's about time there was a thread for necro songs. I prefer this one...
I was alone, and I needed a date
I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate
When I, I saw a sign that said "For a good time
"Take a left down at Tombstone Number 8"
Went to the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I
Saw some eyes peepin' out of a "sepulcher", I
Took a step into the Tomb of Ill Repute
That's where I met her, the zombie prostitute
I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
I said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it
Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out, to boot
But all in all, she was a rotten kinda cute
While I was tense, it was plain to see
A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me
Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill Repute
She's a rotten kinda cute
For a zombie prostitute
Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes
I don't know which of my organs is the next to go
I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease
Wouldn't you know, now I'm a zombie gigolo
I took my first client on a date
We took a walk to the cemetery gate
I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip
I pulled it out, and I said "baby, keep the tip"
Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill Repute
She's a rotten kinda cute
For a zombie prostitute
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Post by ThePunisher_129 on Aug 20, 2009 17:09:20 GMT -5
Trying to challenge are ya???
Well beat this!!
I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate
Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject
Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children
Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones
Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves
Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled
Violated after death
Virgin hole infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I ingest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile
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Post by Mutant Crouch on Aug 20, 2009 17:35:12 GMT -5
When I first met you, I knew I loved you.
Now that one + one is two, I don't wanna
cum inside of you. Now I kiss your lips,
now I mount your hips. Now I read
your mind, your slimey hind--Sublime!
I'm feeling the peeling, mind reeling.
I race unto the plague. I'll bring you
a big coat of butter--to slick your
dead dick way. I'm in love with a
dead dog...
Paw in fist we stalk through the rutabaga garden.
We've been to the clinic,
we know our love is clean.
We walk to-gether, but fill up seperately.
We share a cheese ball.
We just do it all. The
butter so bitter, the shitter. Well it
gapes vacantly. The higher the litter,
the shitter, has justly righted three...
(The Death of Pookie)
You begin to bore me, with your breath
like rubber. You scream "Don't stop",
I hope you don't pop. I'm in love, with
a shove, meaty glove.
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