Derfuhrer• Show poetry

Your suffering will be greater than death itself.  I'm a national socialist.  I am from the abyss that noone knows.  People enjoy my company because of my twisted views on world domination and the wisdom that this great mind holds. I'm a soulless entity that feeds on the essence of life itself. I'm single of course, but fate brings many surprises... Like the death of innocense. HAHA!  I'm just playin fucknuts!  "all good things to those who wait."  I believe in God. I believe I have no superior in this world, but who knows about the next.  I make things up as I go along in life, which is a fun and creative way to live.  I treasure the few minions that I have.  They know who they are. (psychopathic family mother fuckers!) My philosophy is that: life is pointless, but there really isn't much freedom in death.  So i don't really worry about either.  The repetition of life never ceases, and death is inevitable.  Neither one can be stopped.  I love World War 2, Especially the "Great and Powerful" Hitler.  What a hero huh?  Poetry is a way for me to express myself.  Anger, love, hate, anything really.  But it works.  So Peace to my minions and death to my enemies.  Y'all know where I'm at... So come get a slice o' dis fresh piggy pie for yo fresh chicken asses!


Cake And Sodomy Lyrics



I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck

virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?"
porno-nation, evaluation
what's this, "time for segregation"
libido, libido fascination, too much oral defication

white trash get down on your knees! time for cake and sodomy
white trash get down on your knees! time for cake and sodomy
Yeah! time for cake and sodomy!

(I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck)

vcr's and vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?

bible-belt 'round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face

white trash get down on your knees! time for cake and sodomy
white trash get down on your knees! time for cake and sodomy!
Yeah! time for cake and sodomy!

-Marilyn Manson-
       

"We Don't Die" -TWIZTID-

We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is cold as ice and broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot
Sand through the hour glass ticking of the clock

If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious thing on the market since date rape
We the dead
We don't explain or feel pain, beserko
Keep it underground to maintain
Bitch you better checknuts
I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months
Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that

Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die

Coming up outta the ground
From the underground tunnel of dirt
Keep away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?
What bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press?
With a bitch name tattoed on your chest
Me and muthafuckin' madrox, hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point
We dont die

Uh huh, we unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel
Freek shit
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit
Everyone of y'all means everything to me
We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the family

Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die

It's hard to explain the element my
Self inflicted pain
Were not positive, and upliftin'
Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freek shit
What I live what I breath
Casted out Mutant X like his disease
Still trying to ban our sound
Cuz supposedly it would be resurrecting
The dead from under hollow ground

You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs bust
Plus, you can't trust him
But I can bust him in half
Sit back and laugh at all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa
Type war death
Freekshow, different from the rest
But I, love it though
Put you to the test


Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die




Hail Victory to the AK's!!!