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Welcome to The New Batch
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Gore Flicks
00:21
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We get our fucking kicks....
Watching our gore flicks!
Push in the tape, pop some popcorn
Adjust the tracking and wait for the kills!
Killer on the screen, beer in our hands
Laughing at our sadistic thrills!
We get our fucking kicks....
Watching our gore flicks!
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Growing Pains
01:58
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Raped by a beast, naked and cold
Inside her womb, a child of violation
17 years, now something is changing
The sickness is taking over
The Beast Within is beginning to show
The hate inside is beginning to grow
The Beast Within is beginning to show
The hate inside is beginning to grow
Just a host for the growing infection
Flesh is contorted, pulsasting mass
Revenge for the victim chained
The descendants must meet their bloody end!
Raped by the offspring
The cycle continues
Inside her womb, a child of violation
17 years, now has his revenge
The Beast Within is beginning to show
The hate inside is beginning to grow
The Beast Within is beginning to show
The hate inside is beginning to grow
Just a host for the growing infection
Flesh is contorted, pulsasting mass
Revenge for the victim chained,
The descendants must meet their bloody end!
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Sand, Sun and Bloodshed
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Welcome to spring break
Sand and sun mixed with blood
There is no escape, escape from this hell
Murderer fried on the electric chair
Demons gang, out for blood
Ghoulish nonsense or ressurection?
Is this revenge from beyond the grave?
Lost lambs of the flock, drinking acting lewd
Purified, death by electrocution
Helmet gleams in the darkness
You will meet your shocking end
Sand, sun and bloodshed!
Peeping tom, choked to death
Pulled hair, shocking surprise
Scorched flesh, burnt out eyes
This is your demise
Guardian angel, sent to punish
Melted flesh, your penance
Welcome to spring break
Sand and sun mixed with blood
There is no escape, escape from this hell
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Murderous, ravenous, clawing through doors
Rotting and oozing covered in sores
Cranial cavity cracked and consumed
Zombies eat your brains for food
Cranial cavity cracked and consumed
Brain matter is all that matters
Feeling sick, shivering cold
No relief from this pain
Starting to turn, hunger grows
If you loved me, you'd let me eat your brains!
Cranial cavity cracked and consumed
Zombies eat your brains for food
Cranial cavity cracked and consumed
Brain matter is all that matters
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Cannibal hermit armed with an axe
Hunting for sport, hunting for food
Armed to the teeth, death comes swift
Trespassers are his lunch!
Stabbing, hacking, fileting, blood spraying
Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat
His bloodlust his endless, his tools the same
You have no chance, surviving his game
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold
Silence the swine, stories go untold
These are his woods, you are his prey
Hiding, waiting, the blood's gonna spray!
Methods normally for the beasts of the wild
Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure
There are his woods, you are his prey
You're on a killer campout!
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Blackwell is his name
And hunting is his game
Picked the wrong time for relaxation
Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!
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Wrestlemassacre
02:09
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Tell him that wrestling's fake as he gouges out your eyes
Head stomped and crushed, brains on his laced up boots
Heroes of his past, infect his mind
Personalities clash, Wrestlemassacre!
Crimson mask is not enough,
He's the champion of butchery
Searching for his missing belt,
this match will end in death!
Becoming a "Hulk", becoming a "Savage"
"Warrior" of gore, ready for "Slaughter"
Ripping out your guts, intenstines like ring ropes
Smash your face into the floor, no padding, turned into pulp
Crimson mask is not enough,
He's the champion of butchery
Searching for his missing belt,
this match will end in death!
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Garbage Day
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Santa Claus is coming to town
Better run, better hide
'Cause he's got an axe to grind
He's brings the gift of pain
With a bullet to your brain
He doesn't care if you've been naughty or nice
You are going to pay the ultimate price
He's got a list and your going to die!
Santa Claus is coming to town
Better run, better hide
'Cause he's got an axe to grind
And a bag full of death!
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Herbert West
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Re-animation of dead tissue
Death is his lifes work
Reassembled injected with life!
Sewn together, abomination
Playing god, injecting serum
Scream during rebirth!
Herbert West, the Re-Animator
Death is....his lifes work!
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Freudstein
03:50
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Buried in the basement...cellar hides the grisly truth
Demented surgeon lives...on his fresh victims blood
His name was Freudstein...On his victims he'd experiment
Your innards are his playground....On his slab your eyes grow dim
This is not Oak Mansion
This is the house of Freudstein
The house by the cemtery
The house of the undying ghoul
How many have wandering innocently...
Into the awaiting spider web?
How many are doomed to follow?
Drawn like an infernal magnet
This is not Oak Mansion
This is the house of Freudstein
The house by the cemtery
The house of the undying ghoul
Amongst the limbs and pieces
His rotting mind guides his rotting hands
Murdering with precision
Your life ends with his incision
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Perfect Fit
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Birthday bloodshed, don't stand in front of it
Lawnmower shreds, bits and pieces left
Obsessive need to reconstruct his mate
Human jigsaw, but in need of some fresh parts
Zorrow provides a sample, a sample of his best
30 minutes to find the perfect match
Pick up the pieces, stitched back together
Mad doctor creates, Elizabeth reborn
Masterpiece complete but slightly defective
Method of killing though highly effective!
Bag full of drugs, the party ain't over
Exploding hookers, coming apart at the seams
Bag full of drugs, the party ain't over
Exploding hookers, coming apart at the seams
Masterpiece complete but slightly defective
Method of killing though highly effective!
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Junk Yard Dick Toss
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Chasing down his property, as the bastard laughs
Hobo to hobo, catch the spiraling shaft
Pissed on and pissed off!
Junk Yard Dick Toss!
Severed member in the air
Junk Yard Dick Toss!!
Dick in the dirt, dragged through a puddle
For fucks sake, get this thing on ice!
Pissed on and pissed off!
Junk Yard Dick Toss!
Severed member in the air
Junk Yard Dick Toss!!
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Down the Drain
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Pop the cap and ready for bliss
Down the hatch, straight to the guts
Pressure is building, starting to hiss
Paint the walls with neon mist!
Down the drain and through the gums
Look out splatter here I come!
On the can, looking for relief
Viper in hand, drunkedness awaits
One more sip should seal the deal!
Too bad this is your last meal!
Down the drain and through the gums
Look out splatter here I come!
Pressure is building, starting to hiss
Paint the walls with neon mist!
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Don't
02:05
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Here he comes, he's after you!
Tripped on a root, twisted your ankle!
Your fucking clumsy....
Now your fucking mangled!
Abandoned camp, warned of a death curse
Seems like the best time to get laid
Chopped with an axe....
No time to split!
Don't.....go in the woods!
Don't.....go in the house!
Don't.....go in the basement!
Don't you morons ever listen?
Playing with plutonium, near the crypt
What's this fog? Ground starts to quake
Zombies are coming...
To eat your stupid ass!
Anicent text, a strange dagger
The deadites are summoned, hell on earth!
Did you say the words?
Three fucking words and you fucked it up!
Don't....have sex!
Don't....do drugs!
Don't.....read that book!
Don't.....go in the woods!
Don't.....go in the house!
Don't.....go in the basement!
Don't you morons ever listen?
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16. |
Until Next Time....
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