Why, I'm heinous. Grot, I'm heinous. Ooh, I'm heinous.
(Chicken-licker!) Shame Hades.
Why, I'm heinous. Duh, I'm heinous. Slut, I'm heinous.
(Dickhead-sicko!) Shame Hades.
Why, I'm heinous. Grot, I'm heinous. Ooh, I'm heinous.
(Quickened-rigour!) Shame Hades.
Why, I'm heinous. Duh, I'm heinous. Slut, I'm heinous.
(Vicar-kicker!) Shame Hades.

[Clears throat] Accuse me.
Can I have the egestion of your ass for my dinner?

I skitz on upright bipeds. (Argh! Argh!)
All o' these reap sticks chine-trimmed males and each one of them died: dead.
Love a sloppy feed like poo ejected ripe, piled in.
Try spit with wet, mucked slop. Hearses? I like them. (Yurgh.)

Insane, irate, I'm dyin' from lead a-cet-ate.
But I canned bigger trout fish: buy curled glyceryl-trinitrate!
With procti-tis red: inflaming is ablaze, man. (Uh-oh.)
Your eyes are glazing. Damn you're blatant!

Well, my serge felt was smelt out of gummed cud-that-melts,
I have mongered orange-coloured pelts for gelt: Pop funk apparel.
Got rich off this back-of-a-truck free ship stock.
I can't guess why guards wouldn't let Iraqian mines import!

I choke a cat, drowned with gas.
Then chortle and laugh, masturbating at pitches that sound quite crass.
Bum, rear, butt. Hades' ladies. Women: fat and foul bunch.
I won't cough up bucks. Bods steady, immense and now lunch.

[Chorus]

My pigeon creatures wander the country with hernia hives.
Spank a lot? Sexy breasts of minors spurt my drive!
Tracking down a babe. Candy from strangers?
Mace is an ice-breaker! Raped soon enough. Use a sock, it's safer.

Thwarting all hip hop, made this racket. Pissed off?
Pashed the eulogist. Oh f***, it's the exumed stiff corpse!
Extra third-testicle, running nude is a spectacle.
At the game, stripped, while your team is startled: "Look how it bends!"

Pointy knives are bent, just like scythes, pikes and slice tools.
I just trounced out my blood. Daubed more wounds than riot feuds.
I sold vir-gins as sluts for three bucks: Heinous father?
Hey, I beckon you seduce my sons in chained leather(tethers.)

You know you screwed up when there's blimming thrush in pants.
A pipe to flush your glands, cripes your semen's gushing jam.
A trying, tight hassle. Test a clyster-lavage.
Oh, you drained it. So brave! Anus is cut sore. Massage?

[Chorus]

Stop escape, this crim freed from his lock-up bay. (Abet him!)
Cock gyrates. Woah, with Zander copulates.
I'm a petty-ass peeve, brain too septic to wipe. (Yuck, that.)
Vile gaffs that are hectic as live wires, electric, affecting your hype.

Am I dumber than no-one? Life is fecked if that's right.
I just sank a British bomber. Wrecked it last night.
Oh my wife sighs, regretting my life.
My daddy had abortioning cleared. But my mum argued: "Hector, he's five!"

Jokes quipped like an illegible force.
I shit like a horse. Love fanny intercourse
When I pass spittle, why's it not that funny? Guys can't cope this?
"How'm I supposed to jest freely, man, you named me 'hopeless'."

I take a tape of rap, I imitate them.
With a wallet soon empty, my tunes libel Eminem.
I'm teemin' sad.
Parodies, when they're seemin' bad.
Remember my wit leaks votes, like a Bleedin' Pad.