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Krokodil
05:40
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Gorab: This here a Gorab production
He gonna fuck you in ear now.
Verse 1:
This here Gorab, up on the scene
Banned in 42 countries for obscenity
He's a drug lord and a child seducer
His worst crime of all is record producer
He kidnapped the band that is playing this song
And he's holding them hostage with his giant dong
He's forcing them to smuggle his guns and dope
And also some Uranium isotopes
He got some new shit from a Russian junkie
It'll make y'all feel the bad kinda funky
But if you can't afford heroin or pills
Get the leper injection called Krokodil
Chorus:
Krokodil
Rots your skin away
Krokodil
Modern leprosy
Verse 2:
What's it like, bitch, to be a stupid cuck
Having holes in your skin that Gorab fucks
It eats away your flesh until you're dead
Then Gorab fucks your decomposing head
Krokodil's a bonus on the side
To Gorab's underage Russian brides
He don't give a fuck how the cunts get high
They are five years old, and they wanna die
Gorab put it all on videotape
Of their initial brandings and brutal rapes
So how does Gorab get away with this shit?
He's only got an IQ of 26
Chorus
Gorab: Hey, why the fuck did you quit playing?
Band Member: Man, it's 'cause we got families and groupies and shit to get back home to.
Gorab: Did you forget about Gorab's big gun? Now play a solo before it get's sticky.
Verse 3:
Gorab loves nothin' more than dealin'
Except murder and rape and fucking stealin'
You're in a gang? Hah, that's rich
Gorab makes senators his fuckin' bitch
The CIA made his cock get bigger
They sent Gorab's crack to all the niggers
Gorab's got Krokodil in your face
To wipe out every undesirable race
Gorab's a monster, that's no lie
He openly supports fuckin' genocide
And this shitty song's gonna make some bank
For Gorab to make more fuckin' crank
Chorus(x2)
Gorab: Strange yellow rock make hand clean
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Butt Bloodied
00:43
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Gorab's butt bloodied, check it and see
He's got a dildo and he can't get it free
Come on baby, pull it out of his ass
He's butt bloodied, butt bloodied
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Need To Drink
00:46
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It's a quarter after noon, Gorab is drunk and he needs a drink
He's been shootin' up some drugs, and some Everclear he chugs
'Cause he needs a drink
And he's stoned and buzzed while he flees the fuzz
'Cause he needs to drink
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Gorab Is Depraved
00:43
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Gorab's proud to be murderer
'Cause he gets to eat bodies
Of the hookers and the drug addicts
In this failing country
And he's slinging poison to children
'Cause he trafficks sex slaves
'Cause there ain't no doubt he's a sick man
Yes, Gorab is depraved
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Gorab cannot stand blacks
Around them, he can't relax
Wake him up when the nigger's dead
Wake him up when the nigger's dead
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And Gorab will always smoke crack
Yes, he'll also shoot meth
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Fire And Goo
03:42
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Chorus:
Goo
Fire and goo
Fire and goo
Fire and
Goo
Fire and goo
Fire and goo
Fire and
Goo
Verse 1:
Gorab's living Fahrenheit 451
He's burnin' some books, and havin' some fun
He's ugly as fuck, and he isn't hip
But that don't matter in this dictatorship
Gorab's masturbatin' 'cause now he can see
A world ruled by death camps and Zyklon B
Gorab's got a hard-on for killing the Jews
'Cause he wants to cover them with fire and goo
Chorus
Verse 2:
Gorab's slinging dope for the Aryan nation
He's the corpse-fuckin', neo-Nazi music sensation
Murderin' minorities is what gets him hard
'Cause it pisses off the soyboy faggot libtards
Gorab's doin' drive-bys with a minigun
He's killin' all the niggers in Watts and Compton
Gorab won't stop 'til there's nothin' to do
Except cover the bodies in fire and goo
Chorus
Verse 3:
Goo is the liquid from Gorab's dick
It's semen, sweat, blood, and little bits of shit
He spreads it on people from overseas
After Gorab's givin' them heroin ODs
Cremation is better than a lynchin' rope
'Cause afterward Gorab can smoke up his dope
And when the race question is all good and through
Gorab's final solution is fire and goo
Chorus(repeat until end)
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Body Like Roadkill
00:28
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Body like roadkill
Dumped you in a landfill
Gorab put his cock inside of your head
You once looked so fine
'Til he gave you strychnine
He dismembered you to make sure you were dead
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Money Can Buy Him Drugs
00:31
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Gorab really loves the money
Money can buy him drugs
Can buy him drugs
And snort up lots of blow
Can buy him drugs
No no no nose...candy
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Gorab Sharted
01:02
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Baby, Gorab made a stinky
He got up and he farted
Gorab hopes he hasn't sharted tonight
(Oh god
It stinks)
Pee-yew, Gorab made a poo-poo
He got up and he farted
Gorab hopes he hasn't sharted tonight
Gorab: Did Gorab ever mention that his favorite song by Slayer is "Chemical Warfare"?
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Wet Dreams
00:54
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Thunder only happens in his pants
Gorab's stink eliminates romance
He is gonna cum onto your toes
When the spunk hits your face, you'll know
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Last Christmas Harvest
00:58
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Last Christmas, Gorab took your heart
So that he could sell it in a harvesting scheme
This year, to pay off his beer
He's going to cut out a spleen
Gorab: Merry Christmas, you fucking junkies, and a crappy New Year
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Gorab's First Band
11:27
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Gorab: This is a song that Gorab wrote. It's about family.
Chorus:
This here's the story of Gorab's very first band
Like many pregnancies, it came about unplanned
They could only pluck G-strings
And Gorab can't fucking sing
This here's the story of Gorab's very first band
Gorab: Gorab was scrounging around in a garbage can for needles one day when he witnessed a mother and father brutally raping and murdering, in no particular order, their six-week-old infant son. It looked like fun, so Gorab joined in. While Gorab was going to town mummifying the body with his sperm, Mommy and Daddy were digging up the half-rotted corpse of a dog they tested their hibachi chef skills on. Gorab decided to use the rotted newborn as a makeshift condom, thrusting further and further into the putrefied Fido until it started ejaculating post-mortem. Gorab went down on Rotting Rover, then gargled the mixture of maggots and cum. He then spat it into Mommy's cooze causing instant zombie pregnancy. After all was said and done, Gorab and his new soulmates used the dog's intestines to string up a guitar, and we started our band.
Chorus
Gorab: Nine months later, after twanging dog guts and smoking copious amounts of meth, Mommy gave birth to a human-maggot-canine hybrid that made Jeff Goldblum from "The Fly" look good by comparison. This rounded our band to its fourth member, but first Gorab would teach this antichrist the ways of the world...of Gorab. Gorab blew the mailman for free stamps, and afterward he set that same mailman on fire, serving the civil servant's roasted cock as bratwurst to the neighborhood watch. Gorab then taught the recently-birthed little bastard the most important lessons Gorab could teach: the 14 words, firearm handling, and rope tying. He also gave the kid pictures of Sammy Davis Jr. to double his hatred level. After all this, we shot some heroin, sucked each other off, and started drumming.
Chorus
Gorab: Years passed, and things were going great for our merry band of neo-Nazi, necropedophilic, meth-eating, animal-violating cannibals. Then one day, Mommy shot Daddy in the neck and Junior proceeded to fuck the bullet hole, jamming the bullet so far into the spinal cord that Daddy became quadriplegic. To celebrate Junior's accomplishment, Gorab initiated the biggest circle jerk ever conceived, easily eclipsing any award show afterparty. Junior and Daddy's dicks had the skin peeling off like a banana afterward. Mommy's clit was almost the size of a door satchel. Gorab...was no worse for wear, really. Years of practice does wonders. After all, Gorab has always been in peak physical shape. He subsists on a daily diet of cigarettes and meth: the breakfast of champions. That's the album title. Anyway, we knew our band would never take off while tied down to this old crack shack, so we burned that fucker to the ground using the electrical wiring and sewage from the septic tank. Fire makes Gorab horny, so he started to fuck this fire. Then Mommy, Daddy, and Junior all joined in. It was the only time in history a fire festival went as planned. Just ask Ja Rule. Anyway, our combined spunk and clam juice would finally put out the flames, but not before Mommy, Daddy, and Junior had their genitals roasted off. Gorab was immune to the flames, however, thanks to his love of whippits and Everclear. When all was said and done, we went on tour.
Chorus
Gorab: Before we left to go to our first gig, Gorab made sure to pick up his going-away present: the charred, mummified condom baby that started this whole enterprise. Gorab needed a fleshlight while on the road, after all. While playing our first gig, Gorab went all Donita Sparks and threw the newborn corpse into the crowd, starting a riot. We as a band then collectively decided to honor GG Allin by throwing our feces at the audience, and afterward honored Great White by burning down the venue. Mommy, Daddy, Junior, and Gorab ate the roasted genitals we had left over from the flaming house orgy as well as the infant mummy and the dead concertgoers. The show went down in history as "The Clam Chowder, Hot Dog, and Beef Jerky Grillstravaganza". The best part was that the venue encouraged diverse audiences, so Gorab and the gang got to wipe out a bunch of fuckin' minorities as well. We were on our way to hitting it big.
Chorus
Gorab: We met with a major record executive the next day, looking to score a record deal. After telling the story to him that Gorab has been telling you, he asked us what the name of our band was. That's when we told him: The Aristocrats. The exec seemed intrigued, but then he said that there was already another band with a similar name and backstory signed to the label. But he saw lucrative potential in Gorab, if for nothing more than a trafficker for the label's failed clients. Gorab signed the contract for his label advance cash, then murdered Mommy, Daddy, and Junior on the spot. Afterward, once Gorab got his fat stacks, he injected the exec with potentially fatal AIDS and ripped up the contract after pissing on it. Unless you're Resistance Records, Gorab ain't signing to your faggy label. Besides, the exec was a kike anyway, so Gorab's just living up to his Nazi dream of robbing Jews then killing them. Gorab used the money to buy a shit-ton of meth ingredients, and became the biggest drug lord this side of Detroit. And that's the story of Gorab and his first band.
Chorus
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