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Smell of Hell
Clint Eastwood
Heavy Metal Kicker
Obese/Obey
Ode to Oranjeboom
Partypooper
The Future of Viktor
Under the Bass
Smell of Hell
(Music by Ludde & Wendel, Lyrics by Billing)
You speak to me with last years breath
From your mouth a wind of death
What have you been drinking? Pesticide?
Your mouth smells like something crawled in and died
Your breath is enough to pulverize stone,
dissolve wood and liquify bone
10 gallons of perfume won't do you no good
Kill yourself is what you should!
I can't stand creatures that smell like you do
but if I'm near you I will die too
A gasmask won't help me, cut of my nose
is what I must do if I wanna get close
If I must describe what you smell
The closest thing I get is... HELL!!!
I quickly must dispose of you
I don't wanna smell that way too
A humane death is out of the question
with my soap I'll teach you a lesson
At night I break into your house
and shove a ton into your mouth
You wish you never opened it
but now it doesn't smell like shit
(Last verse not available, since it's about some of Mr. Bass' "business associates"...)
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Clint Eastwood
(Music by Wendel & Viktor, Lyrics by Billing)
The good, the bad, the ugly too...
I smoke cigars, who the fuck are you???
With my evil stare I'll make you run!
I'll fuck your wife, just for fun!
Cadillac '59 - that's my car
A hundred years ago feather and tar
was what you got when you crossed my way
Go ahead punk, make my day!
Hey you punk, are you feeling hot?
In my gun there may or may not
be a bullet left, do you dare to guess?
If you're wrong there'll be a mess...
Eastwood...
Clint Eastwood!
If steel is hard, then what is he?
Tougher guy there will not be!
Whiskey is water, cigars are fresh air...
Bad guys are breakfast, anytime, anywhere!!!
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Heavy Metal Kicker
(Music by Deathboot, Lyrics by Billing)
What the fuck did you just say to me - did you call me a clown?
I think you better pack your shit and get right outta town
I'm not so fun to be messing with I tell you this right here
The reason why I look like this is to teach your ass some fear
Ripping heads and cutting veins
I look like this cuz I'm insane
Ripping heads and breaking backs
- "Watch out! He's got an axe!"
I just told you to back off, why don't you just obey?
I pitty all those now dead guys that went into my way
Don't you fuckin' mess with me cuz I can give you hell
when I am through no doctor on this earth can make you well
Ripping heads and cutting veins
I look like this cuz I'm insane
Ripping heads and breaking backs
- "Watch out! He's got an axe!"
I walk away satisfied as you're dead in the drain
I fixed you up real good, I put my fist into your brain
Now you've learned your lesson; don't mess with metal punks!
cuz we like ripping pimps like you up in little chunks
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Obese/Obey
(Music by Wendel & Ludde, Lyrics by Billing)
Here comes the reason for famine on earth
You can't begin to measure his girth
He eats a whole cow for breakfast each day
No number exists for how much he weighs
He melts up butter to quench his thirst
We like him anyway - he ate Fred Durst!
Many years have passed since he last saw his feet
He is a big, flubby ugly ball of walking meat
If he says that he is full you know that he's a liar
Broke in at Burger King last night and drank from the deep fryer
So fat the tidal waves will always move his way
There's a word for being so damn fat and that's obese/obey!
Walk away - Fuck? No way! - Too fat to fuck! - Ugly schmuck!
I don't date outside my fridge - I don't need no stupid bitch...
Got a catheter installed, not to spoil my dinner
I fear the walk to the can might just make me thinner
My brother is a bowling ball
I don't have to walk at all
"On a roll" I've been told
Spherical is the way to go...
Living life in the fat lane
The embodiment of grease
Don't you bother of my feet-pain
I just love being obese!
There's a hole where I just sat
and a flood where I pee
I'm really really fat!
Diet's not for me...
You know that restaurant "All you can eat"
met with me and saw it's defeat
The manager fell to his knees and cried
when he watched how his business withered and died
The food containers I all took
turned them upside down and shook
They all really empty looked
so I had to eat their cook!
QP with cheese is far too small
I told you I'm hungry I want it all
Give me a horse and wrap it in a bread
Don't bother to cut it up I've got plans for its head
Vegetables are for cows and cows are for me
Fattening means healthy, why can't you see?
3 digit scaleeasure can be okay
but 4 digits is the cool thing to weigh
FAT - OBESE - OBEY - HEY
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Ode to Oranjeboom
(Music by Viktor & Ludde, Lyrics by Viktor)
An Oranjeboom in my hand and 23 on my back
Ready to put my liver in a backpack
A lot of booze, ready to get drunk
but suddenly my alco-love to zero sunk...
I saw a pussy sitting drinking beer
What the hell was he doing here?
Beer is for one person and that is me
I wanted him to pray on his knees
I couldn't understand how he could be so bad
A tear in my eye, I was feeling sad
Beer is for hardrockers and people who are cool
This punk at best could be called a fool
I had a plan, prepare to die
"Here's a beer I think you should try"
He poured them all 23 down his throat
Too much beer for this hardrock joke
My plan had worked, now he's dead
He couldn't stand the beers I gave him instead
of that shit he used to buy at the gas-station
Oranjeboom and sissies is a bad combination
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Partypooper
(Music by Deathboot, Lyrics by Billing)
When at party´s the kitchen I loot
Try to stop me, I'll give you my boot
The thing i love to steal and eat
is your supply of sugar and meat
In your fridge to my surprise
swedish meatballs, very nice
Those I´ll consume along with the other
food I stole from your mother
My guts feel like they're inside out
My nose is moisty like a snout
I think I made a big mistake
Those swedish meatballs were a fake
What I thought was prima swine
proved to be tofu-line...
For that insult you will die
Hacked, and baked into a pie!
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The Future of Viktor
(Music by Ludde, Lyrics by Billing)
He shows up where hes least expected
In this town the most respected
The big guy in the front row
In the bar and the grindshow
Beard as hell and hair to his ass
A Zillion hardrock records he has
No poses, no shit, no jokes, no tricks...
Headbanger capital 666!!!
So fucking hard you cant understand
He knows by heart every band
that ever played metal on this earth
Alcoholic ever since birth...
No poses, no shit, no jokes, no tricks...
Headbanger capital 666!!!
Whiskey, beer, and a snowlandscape too
He knows how to party better than you
and when he riots on TV sees
between commies or veggies and the police
he laughs like hell and smacks his knees
and throws down a bottle of scotch with ease...
No poses, no shit, no jokes, no tricks...
Headbanger capital 666!!!
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Under the Bass
(Lyrics by Mr. Bass)
(Lyrics not available)
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