This shit ferkin ripppppppssss! Rampaging grindcore with a decidedly crusty bent, blast and d-beating the listener into submission in a maelstrom of righteous fury wibbs
oh gas! You've done it again how I missed you so much I long for your touch I want to be much but I can't do much when I think about you I think about myself I think about little boy as an elf I think about the way that I think it's in the streets I think about the men who eat all the meats but I don't so I won't tell you a little song cuz I look like Danny Kaye and that is okay with me lordedge