"Disposal of Poseurs"

Hardcore dancers, inducing primal rage
Disrespect for the bands taking the stage
Flailing their arms and legs like an ape
Their cranial dome, my hammer will rape
 
Insolent ****s, falses and poseurs
A cancer in critical need of a cure
My infinite hatred swirls like a cyclone
Concave collapsing of cranial bone
 
Kids draped in filthy false metal rags
Should they enter our shows, they'll leave in a bag
Gross pretenders of true metal craft
Their dying wails drowned by a sick, morbid laugh

I could actually see that being in a few of the songs you've linked.

The end of verse two seems a little off in my head, the syllables don't flow the same way... but I'm also used to alternating pair lines rather than sets.

Good stuff regardless.

Yeah, that last verse was a bit of a bitch to write. I think I cranked out some poseurcrushing rhymes though.

"Denim Destroyer"

Wakes up in the morning, in a major ****' rage
Grabs a Holy Bible, wipes his **** with a page
Clad in dirty patch-vest, nothing can deny
His breakfast of bourbon, shot straight into the eye
 
Denim Destroyer
Denim Destroyer
 
A purveyor of true metal, with contempt towards the false
On a drunken ****' rampage, kicking poseurs in the balls
And that's just on good day, when liquor clouds his head
If he's sober, look out; or you'll end up ****' dead
 
Denim Destroyer
Denim Destroyer

"Glorious Retribution"

Wronged and blamed, my bitterness grows
Flames ignite, emotions aglow
The knife in my spine, it twists and contorts
My eyes, they grow red; my vision distorts
Hateful energy envelops my mind
Threads of contempt and rage intertwine
Blinded by fervor, my mind loses focus
Unthinkingly, I deliver primal justice.

can u do one about butts?

think you've shown me most of the songs on facebook, I enjoy your lyrical writings though so thought I'd say it here

Thank you muchly, my friend. I'm considering doing some more lyrical writing, maybe tonight.

You should post it to Facebook and here if you do

"Heavy Metal Vomit Party"

Empty pack of cigarettes, my whiskey bottle drained
Stumbling through the party, inflicting sonic pain
My knuckles through the teeth of poseurs and the false
Suddenly it becomes clear; a bad case of blue balls

Downing ****** beer, as soon as I walk through the door
Nailing greasy women, one-by-one, while keeping score
Blasting sloppy speed metal, to the dismay of the crowd
If they bitch, use your fists; I like it ****ing loud!

Heavy Metal Vomit Party
Heavy Metal Vomit Party
Heavy Metal Vomit Party
Racking kills and being loud

Heavy Metal Vomit Party
Heavy Metal Vomit Party
Heavy Metal Vomit Party
No false metal allowed!!!

Bump.