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Hell Fest
03:47
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Welcome to Hell Fest
Enter if you dare
If you’re not scared
You better prepare
Death is in the air
Flesh will tear
Rip, cut and slice
Run for your life
Tonight you get fucked by my knife
Can’t run or hide
Or slip or slide
I’m by your side
I’m in the dark
Standing still and stark
Waiting for the kill and mark
Stabbed in the eye
You can’t cry
Fucked in the pussy pie
Just fucking die
Your friends are dead
Smashed with a sledge
And fucked with my knifes edge
Holding your wife’s head
As she bled and I fed
On the corpses of my victims
Leaving you all sickened
And grief stricken
Now this is Hell Fest
A cure for wellness
The madness is my blade
Now feel my rage
Now this is Hell Fest
A cure for wellness
The medicine is my blade
Now show me pain
It’s a murderous show
I kill sluts, hookers & hoes
Guts, boogers & toes
That’s all they’ll ever find
I’m the killer with a clever mind
Gut you and sever your spine
They’ll never stop my crimes
Canada’s most wanted
A sinister ghost hauntin’
All the children’s dreams
All filled with screams
You can’t stop the Boonie Man
Dismembered young Susie Chan
Watch out for my Uzi hand
I will rip, cut and tear you apart
I will grip her hair and stab her heart
Another friend gone
Face down on the lawn in a thong
That was her swan song
No one is leaving alive
Fuck your grieving wives
Now it’s feeding time
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The Tent People
02:02
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Hideously deformed creatures
With double features
They’ll shit on you like Tobias Beecher
They’ll beat ya, they’ll eat ya, they’ll rip you apart
Your legs, your arms, your belly and heart
You’ll be just another smelly fart
Stinking like rabbit shit
That’s when the ratchet hits
Right to the scalp
Bleeding and screaming for help
Choked to death with a seat belt
A hundred percent evil
Beware the tent people
Down in the park by Catfish Creek
There’s a tent full of savage freaks
Howling loud in the dark
Prowling around in the park
If you don’t believe then go and see
But you might not ever leave
Down in the park by the campfire
Drinking blood like a vampire
Running like a man on fire
They’re out for the blood sport
Life is way too short
Missing person report
Haven’t been seen in months
Now a cannibal’s lunch
The way animals hunt
So slick and fast
Your head being bashed
Face down in a bloody puddle
Murdered with a rusty shovel
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Body In A Fridge
02:17
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Just another day
Mishap or foul play
Misguided ways
No time to save
In a refrigerator grave
Left by the frigid waves
Left on the beach
For everyone’s reach
Left in plain sight
Through a crack some faint light
Some dead ass eyes peeking out
A crusty mouth not speaking out
There’s no more dreaming now
Completely dead like a bleeding cow
Not being seen by the teenage crowd
Having a party and making their parents proud
Lots of underage drinking and not much thinking
Being watched by cold eyes that do no such blinking
Nobody was the wiser
Just drinking and getting higher and higher
But there was a body just beyond the fire
Over the bluff and down the ridge
There’s a body in a fridge
It’s just another shitty night
The party was super tight
They didn’t expect the special guest
In the harmless wreck
In the garbage mess
Something so grotesque
A fright so horrendous
A night so endless
A girl so defense less
Her death who dispense this
They must have come to their senses
And realized what they’ve done
Made a mistake and a grave one
There’s no taking it back
She’s not faking a nap
Now it’s disposal of the body
Right where everyone likes to party
Over there in the growing junk pile
Everyone at the party going buck wild
Everyone’s acting like a drunk Kyle
Soon they’ll find something disturbing and vile
Rotting in a pile with a dead smile
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Clint Cancer Aylmer, Ontario
Since 2001 Clint "Ghost Dance" Cancer has been making DIY Music/Merch on his own & with bands. The songs he makes are often strange & bizarre. So take a listen if you dare & get ready to get murdered out!
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