PUNGENT STENCH LYRICS

1. Praise The Names Of The Musical Assassins

2. Viva La Muerte

Que pasa Hombre, do you know what's up?
Don't fuck with me, baby, I'm gonna kick your butt
Your blood will flow when I start to cut
I'm a thriller, a chiller, a killer and though like Godzilla!
Man you gotta kiss me where the sun don't shine
I'm an assassin,
I kick your ass and I tear your spine.
Pretty soon your face will be my seat
But before you die you will dance this pungent beat
I think you don't know what I am
A homicidal lunatic
Despair of mankind
Human life ain't shit to me
And you will repent
That you came into my life, fuck your body up like a carcrash
Shoot you in your head, turn your face into a mash
I'm not afraid to die, because I am invincible
Viva la muerte, that's my goddamn principle
Yeah I like to kill at will
Against a guy like me exists no medicine or pill
Fucking bath my hand in human waste
Your twisting flesh is what I wanna taste
The disagreeable part is yet to come
I'm gonna get your bitch and fuck this piece of scum
And when you start to smell, after a while
She has to suck your dick, when I screw her in doggy-style
I jerk off in your face
And she licks it up
She swallows everything
Watching this stupid chick
Sucking a deadmans dick
Makes me really hot
Just like a rebel, I'm making trouble
Bitch, shut up otherwise you make it double
Don't offer resistance, because I am invincible
Viva la muerte, that's my motherfucking principle

3. Why Can The Bodies Fly

Atomism is a way in the crowded world today
Little dancing tender child
Why have all your dreams gone by

I took them in a tower where all the big black flowers died in a
Dreadful horror
When they heard the ghastly hour

Why can the bodies fly without a laugh (we killed it) I am lost in
Darkest woods
Without a moon (they killed it)

Starless night, deathful night ghosts are walking in the tropics like
The shadows making terror
On the morrow of the sun

I pushed them in a tomb where all the godly mob dried of insolently gush
Cause everybody was a lush [yes that's exactly how it reads]

Why can the bodies fly without a laugh (we killed it) I am lost in
Darkest woods
Without a moon (they killed it)

Black flowers thrown in my way of power
Crushing the diverted crowd

Insight look in an ol'
Fairy book teach you more of devil's brain
Catalistic thoughts in a poet's mind
Cull the flowers of my time

I took them in a tower where all the big black flowers died in a
Dreadful horror
When they heard the ghastly hour

Why can the bodies fly without a laugh (we killed it) I am lost in
Darkest woods
Without a moon (they killed it)

(we killed it they killed it)

4. Blood Pus And Gastric Juice (Rare Groove-Mix)

Hello grandma, how do you like it?
Lying in the tub, thorough disemboweled
Can you remember, you always compelled me to eat
And if I wasn't hungry, you gave me the stick

Now I am hungry, but please don't bother
You don't have to cook because you're my lunch
Maybe the flesh is a little stingy
It doesn't matter, it's good for my teeth

Your big strong arms
With all their swollen vessels
I'll keep in memory
Of the many slaps

Your brain with eggs and vegetable's
I think it'll taste bloody delicious
Now there's only one thing you can do
Grandma, wish me jolly good

5. Horny Little Piggy Bank

Slut! Shut the fuck up and get off my dick
Wasted! That's what the hell your are
A piece of pussy and that makes me sick
Money is all that matters in your worthless life
Right now you get everything back
You broke my heart, so I'll break your neck
With my hands, I fucking crack the bone
Oh, I enjoy your pain
Watch you bleed to death
Just can't wait till you take your last breath
You played your games with me
Love made me blind now I can see
You wanted my money but I'm not rich
Whatever you got, you deserve it bitch
Dead! Your body smells like rotten fish
Painful was your demise and cash has been your last wish
Yeah, I will keep your body in my house
Fuck you whenever I want
Lick up your asshole and your cunt!
With my tongue I taste the juice
Ain't got nothing to loose
I take the shit on your face
Your existence was a disgrace
I gotta give you what the fuck you need
Cash! Here you are, I fill your body with it
Open up you buttcheeks and drop the coins in your ass
Sweet little sister, now you're my piggy bank
Some day you're gonna be full
A money-pregnant slag
And heavy like a tank
My horny little piggy bank

6. Four 'F' Club

Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
First you, you gotta find her
If she?s an airhead you never mind her
You search throughout every club in the land
It?s better than using your hand
You find yourself a real dumb chick
Someone to get down on your dick
Then you know what you got to do
You take her home now for a screw
You got to
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Then you, you got to feel her
Then you, you start to peel her
You feel up her booty and you feel her tits
Make sure she hasn?t got no zits
Feel her body and you feel her ass
Make sure she?s got a lot of class
Then you know what got to do
You take her home now for a screw
You got to
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Then you, you got to fuck her
If she?s got big tits you suck her
Then you fuck her for a little while
Ram it on home now doggy style
Rubbin? and oozin? and maxin?
And squirtin? it right in her face
She?s the biggest slut in the place
Then you ball her with her legs in the air
Or on a bed or over a chair
You got to
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her...
There she is,
That big ugly airhead
She?s cuming back,
What do we do men?
We find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Then you, you got to forget her
Pretend you never met her
You point to the fucking door
And say get out of here,
You fuckin? whore
Pick up your bra and pick up your blouse
And get the hell out of my house
Pretend you never met her,
It?s time to regret her
You got to
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her
There she is,
She comes back for more
What do we do men?
Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her

7. Blood, Pus And Gastric Juice (Tekkno-House-Mix)

[by Wank]

Listen to me I have a story to tell
About a guy whose name I can't spell
He likes blood, pus and gastric juice
Of course blood too, so let him booze
He is insane for a brain
Laps of gut, sips the fluid
For the sweet, he takes meat
To the bone, for him alone
Never he is full or has enough
Wouldn't dream of stop eating people though

8. Daddy Cruel

Domestic happiness is disturbed
The head of the family was going insane
Daddy's loading his gun
And sticks the barrel into the cunt of mom
The bullet's boreling through her womb, her body is worn out
The shredded ovaries are bursting through her belly

Daddy takes the kitchenknife and skins his twisting wife
Resolves her flesh to handy hunks and fee it to the dog

Subsequently daddy lifts the tyke over his head
Then he throws the dog into the waste-disposer

Entering the children's room
The dripping head of mom is swinging on his belt
The kids can't understand
Why the fuck their daddy's got a dagger in his hand

Ramming the blade in his daughter's neck
Breaking her bones with a loathsome crack
Gutting the girl with a smacking noise
He fills the empty body with her toys

His son is the last in line - only three years old
He tries to hide behind the wardrobe - unsuccessfully

He grasps the screaming bastard, dashes him to the ground
Then he nails the little boy to the wall

After the work is done daddy leaves the house
Purposefully he's walking to the neighbours family







PUNGENT STENCH LYRICS