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The Isle Of Gape
01:11
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Grindcore Penitentiary
04:59
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Shackled to the rail of the death bus
Down the winding pot-holed road
Stench of ass and encrusted taint
Churning quick oats just can’t wait
Neck tats bounce down the incline
Toward a razor wire pier
Cattle prod funnelled to the rusted barge
Set sail for the Isle of Gape
No bail!
No escape from the Isle of Gape
Lift tongue, spread cheeks
Lifers smell fresh meat
Slammed in the cell of this cinder block hell
Start killing your number with digits in double
Only one way to make the time move
Drum machine pulled from straight down the shitter
Programming blast beats with fecal-caked iron fingers
Traded 3 packs of Marlboros
In order to snag 2 cords
Thankfully Big Rick’s a grindcore fan
He’s run the cell block since Mad Frank got stiffed
My prison set-up might seem crude at first glance
But it isn’t much worse than what I had in the basement
Smack dab in the middle of a Defecation worship track
I realized a drum machine can’t slop blastbeats like Mick Harris in jogging pants
Put out the word echoed through corroded pipes
Needed a drummer who knew Purity Dilution inside out
Note delivered in a book which I promptly ate
Said there’d be a meet-up in the line for chow
Righteous weapon El Enano was a blur on cans
Eyelid ink stared through walls while he slept
Since El was only taking a nap
We needed to cook down lightning fast
Traded out time with a barbershop quartet
Scott Burns was serving time for using too much compression
Agreed to record our demo in exchange for kit
That reek of shit
Jumped in the showers by a power metal fan
His fist hit like a feather thrown by a butterfly
Apparently upset by our lack of pinch harmonics
Lyrics on toilet paper shoved right up the arse
Before hitting the studio, had to see a man about a horse
Throwing a piss when who should I see
They brought in Will Rahmer on 3 counts of larceny
Apparently, he’d stolen some museum swords
And original toys from that movie Star Wars
Dan Lilker cut off the sleeves
Of his prison issue jumpsuit
Everyone’s afraid of the Aussie prisoners
Mostly due to Mark ‘Chopper’ Read
They’ve got the French Canadians
Locked in segregation
Crazy as crazy gets
Can’t stop licking the bars
No one blasts it like the Québécois
They’re a breed unto themselves
One, two, three fucks they don’t give
Grunting vocals in their cells
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3. |
No Rip-Offs
01:12
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Begin
No rip-offs
Dubbing tapes all day and a night
Dual-deck Technics burning white hot
Swapping lists with Cellblock C
Rehearsals from the jungles of Peru
PVC pipe pitch-shifted gurgles cut
Sent my tapes last week
Still got nothing back
Those fuckers ripped me off!
Sent my tapes last week
Still got nothing back
Didn’t really wanna have to do this, but
I’m sending two dudes from Blasphemy
“Excuse me, but I understand”
“Someone here is playing reindeer games”
“Kindly give our associate his tapes”
“Or we’ll introduce you to this cue ball in a sock"
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4. |
Load Of Bunk
00:40
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Goddamn!
Gotta take a dump
Panicking cause I’m on the top bunk
Sleeping below me is a beast
Eleven men that burly bastard’s greased
Through the clench
Leaks a stench
Motherfuck!
I woke him up
Had to give him 6 noisecore EPs
So that I could keep using my knees
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5. |
GPSD
01:13
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Lurch comes down the sweaty block
Chewing aluminum foil
Severed ears around his neck
Snorted mounds off the tits of Richard Speck
Ralphus in a Splatterreah shirt
Ready to shoot some darts
GPSD combat shock
Gloryhole guillotine to sever cock
Randall trades a pedal for a shag
Weng Weng kung fu’s Morse right in the bag
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6. |
Whip To The Dick
01:07
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Chillin’ in the cell listening to GISM
When the werewolf guard signalled with a howl
3 dwarfs in armour came to bust some knees
Goddamn screws like the stumps of trees
Weird-ass Hitler in a silver suit
Beamed down from Mars to patrol solitary
SS Armband on the cruelest of them all
A wicked bitch named Killsa, she hated grind
Broke many albums and shattered testicles
Whip to the dick, penis head crushed skull
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7. |
Battle of The Glands
01:44
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In the yard the weights were smashed
Pumping pig iron hot and fast
Sweat was flying off the bench
All through the air a pungent stench
An announcement stopped the mans
A grindcore battle of the bands!
The winning group would get a prize
A recording session and plate of fries
To their cells the mans all went
Planning songs to represent
Terrorizer
Spazztic Blurr
Impetigo
Dahmer, bonjour!
Sinful Baboon won the battle
With a track from Strappado
Then a runner-up yelled “Surrender or Die!”
And shanked the winners in the eyes
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8. |
Embury Dropped The Soap
01:51
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Heat sink, on the brink
Sweating in the dirty clink
Embury contemplates the shank
Said he’d do it for a wank
Piece of jagged metal from a tin of beans
Unseen shower terror just around the corner
About to move in for the kill
When Embury drops the bloody soap!
All eyes on the hairy prize
Two buns squeeze a lucid fairy tail
Scrambling to assess this frantic churn of events
Uncertainty blurs the vision
Plunges in, retreat to nowhere
Blood froths straight down the drain
An Alan Clarke scene as the snitch succumbs
Like Oldman in The Firm, two types of Scum
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9. |
Shit Goes Nuts
02:48
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One wrong look and shit goes nuts
Prison gang fight, blood and guts
Grindcore Cholos hiking up their socks
The Dutch are put into headlocks
The Finnish are finished in a flash
Seb Dionne fist fucks an ass
Konya roars like a gosh darn goose
On a dude from Uruguay he lets loose
Chris Nauts grabs a cinder block
And uses it to stir fry some dude’s wok
The PC gore bands run like hell
Too violent for them as far as I can tell
Ucchy screams and throws six kicks
Snapping ribs just like breadsticks
Taken by violence and force
As with Motörhead, no remorse!
A random teste, it flies through the air
Someone pisses on the electric chair
The drummer from Multiplex suplexes a Swede
While the bassist for AxCx makes himself bleed
Wall to wall chaos not for the meek
Soaped stamps, groped amps
Paper cuts, stomach cramps
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Can’t get a bullet belt in the joint
So I made one from toilet paper rolls
Silver Sharpie did the trick
If I say so myself I look fuckin’ sick!
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11. |
Grunting Down The Block
01:21
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Bulldozer werewolf guard grunting down the block
Feeding on fresh septums in a gravied septic slop
Rounds up the tape traders, crumples all their lists
Terry Sadler screams “I’m having none of this!”
Grabs an extinguisher meant to put out fire
Drops it on the werewolf’s foot, then grabs a hair dryer
Turns it on full blast and aims it at the beast
Bitch falls backward and soon becomes deceased
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Slippery Pete
01:26
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Slippery Pete the guard is the one you wanna see
For the latest 7”s smuggled in his ass
Some of them are warped, but you take what you can get
Most of them are killer, although every one is wet
Slippery Pete, distro up his seat
Slippery Pete, his services can’t be beat
Slippery Pete, always impresses
Slippery Pete, hot off the presses
Pete is his name and that is a proper noun
As far as coloured vinyl goes, he only carries brown
Imports, then he exports, when the coast is clear
Raging grind straight from the hind
Makes the inmates cheer
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Contraband
01:12
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Stripped and searched
Contraband sweep
Double-picked riffs between sweaty man tits
Gotta improvise without a BC Rich
Finger sweeping, never sleeping
Prioritize to brutalize
Stripped and searched
Tossing cells
Contraband sweep
Calloused hands slap out a knee-beat blast
Bass parts slam from a stretched out gland
Stripped and searched
Tossing cells
Contraband sweep
The warden’s office full of contraband
Distortion pedals, roto-toms and Iron fuckin’ Cobra
Putnam’s been in solitary for weeks
Doing somersaults in a blurcore fit
Goregrind Teddy’s smearing shit again
Cause someone stole his whammy bar made from a pen
I get the sense there’s gonna be a heist
Stick around and see who’s goin’ in
Stripped and searched
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14. |
Heist Of The Century
01:03
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Mortville Andy sits alone in his cell
Contemplating a job that seems insane
But if anyone can pull it off
It’s Ottumwa’s pride and joy
Since being locked up for serial voyeurism
Andy’s sure learned a thing or two
He can pick locks, now a master of disguise
Pretends to be a guard and gets inside
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15. |
This Chump Dies Tonight
01:12
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Too Many Oooos
01:07
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Strained vocal cords at the latest session
Too many “Oooo’s” from Dave Hewson impressions
On the outside one would sip some herbal tea
But none can be found in Grindcore Penitentiary
Stevo from Impetigo said he had a cure
For a throat shredding by a grind provocateur
His secret formula fatal to the flesh
It contained a toxic plant only found in Bangladesh
One sip, you’ll die and get rid of your throat pain immediately
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Penile Colony
00:47
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They’ve got Rahmer in the kitchen making slop
Powdered mashed potaters set to plop
Satanic Hell Slaughter on the box
324 in Cellblock A wearing Crocs
Tape sized slots cut into romance novels
Smuggled on Pintado’s library cart
Handmade covers drawn on packs of smokes
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Hep C dripping from a sharpened paper clip
Mixed with soot and powered by a CD player
Jimmy got the Sore Throat logo on his face
Traded some cookies to Fat Tat Fred
Unfortunately, ‘Throat’ was spelled “Troat”
So Jimmy took one cookie back and called it even
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19. |
Lemme Out
01:33
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Aren’t you sick of the way you’re livin’?
Doin’ 25 in a grindcore prison
Struggle with the food, try to survive
Locked in this cell to fuckin’ die
Let me out!
Let me out!
Stricken to live, hell on earth
Shackled and bound, we grind
Praise of Death, Autopsy too
Early influences defined
Bombs of death, merciless fate
Venom and Razor combined
Circus Of Fools, Chapel Of Ghouls
Cryptic and Morbid our lives
If you’ve got something to play
Then come my way
Their earlier stuff was better
But this is OK
I’ll teach you a lesson in awesome
You won’t soon forget
The pleasure of hearing Arsedestroyer
Is what you will get
Put it on the turntable
And tie it secure
Someone took the stylus
Fat Tat Fred, I'm sure
Using it for gang ink
On flabby jelly rear
That bastard's gonna pay
Trouble quite severe
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20. |
Ridden With Da Fleas
01:22
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Stricken with a horrible case of fleas
Grind Pen falls victim to doom
Festering plague spreads across the prison
Bed bugs, morbid curse
Skin begins to itch
Bubble and peel away
No end to the scratching
Ridden with da fleas
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21. |
Riot In Cellblock G
01:21
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Turn of the screw
They came to toss the rooms
Batons and shields and helmets
Thwackin’ by the goons
Mattresses flipped over
10”s were seized
Took the splits and laughed
The inmates wasn’t pleased
Rahmer, he was done with being quiet
Signaled with his pecs to start a riot
Reifert threw a chair and roared “whoopie!”
Fires were ignited brutally
Time to tear this goddamn place apart
Plans laid out on a real cool pie chart
Sandoval double-kicked a skull
And tied a message to a real huge seagull
Told it to tell the world their plight
And sent it on a whirlwind struggle flight
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22. |
On The Inside
00:59
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Doug Long’s beard is well revered
He grants three hairs to a midget gang
It offers them protection, demented erections
And in return they give him sick grind
Mick Harris hopped across the pond
Lost control playing drums on his dashboard
The rental car crashed, 11 lives were trashed
Currently doing life on the inside
Brian Carroll hatched an insurance scheme
Bilked almost 4 million from the elderly
He bought a yacht, then the dude got caught
Now offers investment tips for Pruno
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23. |
Conjob
00:42
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Waiting in the room for a conjugal visit
Knock on the door and he asked “Who is it?”
In came a FUPA with which he wasn’t smitten
Sporting heavy hangers like two sacks of dead kittens
Hair in places that hair shouldn’t grow
Pinned him to the cot and kneaded him like dough
Guards were laughing as secretions dripped like oil
Agreed with himself he’d rather bang a gargoyle
Waiting in the room for a conjugal visit
Knock on the door and he asked “Who is it?”
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24. |
Escape From The Gape
01:28
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They said no man had ever done it
Busted out and fuckin’ split
If you made it past the moat
A Great White Shark would chomp your throat
The Isle of Gape it ain’t no picnic
Guarded heavy maximum
Tiger, panther, snake and bear
Ostrich, gopher, best beware
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