Showing posts with label Stomach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stomach. Show all posts

Sunday, October 15, 2023

Clown Grinder

Does this cheeseburger taste funny to you?

It’s ground-up clowns, the whole circus crew

There aren’t enough bottles of Pepto Bismol

To wash down the taste of Bozo’s big balls

There’s a blood-soaked war in your intestines

Bacteria and viruses with automatic weapons

Vomit your carcass inside the fuck out

Or they can exit through the Hershey Highway route

Hellfire fever immolating your soul

Acid trip dreams about your blistered asshole

Stay away from your bottle of Advil

Lest you want to drop a load heavier than an anvil

Get on the phone with the CDC

Clowns’ Decaying Corpses, eat lean beef

I hope someone sends you a Get Well card

“May your anal casualties again become hard”

Who’s in charge of the menu today?

They’ve got a billion in lawsuits to finally pay

Now you’ve got your check, so what’s for dinner?

The mind is strong, but food addiction is the winner

Get the clown grinder ready for another serving

Diarrhea Armageddon is never too unnerving

A weight loss strategy for the new age

In history books, you’re thin enough to be a page

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Kicking Me While I'm Down


VERSE 1
Cheap shot, money shot, what’s the difference?
They both chip away at someone’s innocence
Brick by brick, my foundation crumbles down
The rubble on my carcass weighs a million pounds
Even when life itself has passed me the fuck by
I keep asking myself again what’s the reason why?
Why are these steel toed boots kicking my ribs?
Why is negativity all these fuckers have to give?

CHORUS 1
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
In the head! In the balls!
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
It’s funny as shit when I slip and fall!

VERSE 2
One final pulse beats through my broken body
Yet none of you clowns have found a new hobby
Kicking me around like you own the damn town
And here I thought this ended after the final round

CHORUS 2
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
In the teeth! In the ass!
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
You’ve got no soul! You’ve got no class!

BRIDGE
Maybe if I pull myself up by the bootstraps
Walk a hundred more miles to fill the gaps
Stretch myself a little thinner every day
You’d kick me when I’m down anyway

CHORUS 3
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
In the jaw! In the gut!
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
Giving me bruises! Opening cuts!
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
In the shins! In the ribs!
You’re kicking me while I’m down!
If I’m going to hell, I’m taking you with!