SPAZZ LYRICS

1. Zodiak

we will never forget bass assault big boy tilting back at the O on the air
KZSU chilling with the nuthouse crew doomryde your fucking block 976 ain't
tricks Pluto loko dankcore brothers jibb and p.i.b. chestnut spot no less
zodiak iller always king

2. Snowcone Ribplate

fifty cents / five dollars megaphone - mouth of babes denouncing - the corporate slaves plate of ribs - icy treat smashing the state - sure is neat

3. Cool Guy

Your crew ain't shit
Your style ain't shit
Your band ain't shit
Your sponsor ain't shit
Are these measures of someones character or are these charades just rules we play
So your band is now king of the scene or your crew is running the city
But you are still a piece of shit
All these things look real nice
But none of them changes who you are
Strip your achievement away you're still a fucking loser

4. Dwarf Goober

how to write Spazz lyrics 101
let's begin with this song nederbodor
hausenfeffer don & neil are not lepers floyd & leech are really swell
this makes no sense,
can't you tell you must always use these two magic words
unholy -- flung now go write your own Spazz song

5. Let's Fucking Go!!!

Go! is a word that defies definition
It needs no clarification
Go! is the foundation of hardcore
But for me it means so much more
Go! it can signify a chorus or a fast part, too
A sing along with my friends or a heavy
Breakdown
Let's fucking Go!

So c'mon man, don't be ashamed screaming
"Go!" is not a game
And for all the bands
Who don't say it
You are so fucking lame
1-2-3
Go!
Next time you are at a show
And the crucial moment arrives
Point your finger and shout Go!
The word Go! is for everyone
And to say it is so much fun
But the emo kids hate it
Next time you are at a show
And the crucial moment arrives
Point your finger and shout Go!

6. The Complete And Utter Eradication Of All Generic Pop-punk

Fuck you phony bands and shitty harmonies!
Bad melodic hardcore is the plague that you breed!
Go get fucked!
Run out of town!
The chain-wallet meltdown!
Ska and swing are far from best!
And quit tryin' to be NOFX!
Hop from one trend to the next!
30 seconds, you're gonna get wrecked!

7. Sword Of The Lord

Murfreesboro desecration
Goat semen baptized,
Awaken necks are slashed
Blood runs red
Demons dance inside your head
Slice and dice with the sword of the lord
Sacrifice your parents
Satan wants you to nun vomit stains
Betty Page reigns
Christians slain unending pain

8. A Legend In Your Own Mind

Second guess
Every thought social climbing
Hobnobbing an enormous head

Is all you've got
Expert of everything
Your fetid nose is brown
We'll shrink that ego down
You're a fucking clown
Joke of the underground

9. Street Jam To The Second Power

What's up with these wannabe thugs
Busting off imaginary slugs
Didn't I see you at the mall
Fucking poser not hard at all
Suburban G $200 shoes
Hanging out with country club crews
Just try walking HP (Hunters Point) at night
You'd never dare too scared to fight
Right?

10. Hort

Fucking psycho rhino woman
You will pay the price
Bowling alley caveman
Thumps stinko will deliver lumps
Always sense we're having fun
Just wait until our poisons done

11. Black n'Dekker Crusty Wrecker

Another dog at the show cruelly handled by some drunk punk
Your pet suffers for your mistakes
It suffers in your crusty charade
You're a piece of shit
Lifestyle mirrors rest of society
Embraced their mindless cruelty
You are a pile of shit

12. Bobby Dee In The Hour Of Chaos

Marilyn's Paul and all is swell
Bobby Dee is stoked as hell
Cruising through the record racks
Whistling Dixie jokes are cracked
Doesn't pay to be nice you see
Just ask my pal Bobby Dee
Extend your hand and say hello
Pudgy's met with fatal blow
Yelling just like kalmex
Bobby Dee
No skills to flex
911's what he screams
Body slammed
Ripped pant seams

Broken records
Broken teeth

Rasputin's buys the funeral wreath

Bobby Dee
Bobby Dee

13. Gary Monardo's Record Vault Shirt

canuck metal madness trades from fulten are always great sXe or metal,
he's the man artillery vinyl, and razor tapes and he's a hirax fan yellow
binderpaper scroll with girlie cursive writing the lost McKenzie brother

14. Not Even Phased

Drank six 40s in a row
Ruled the pit at every show
Not even phased
Thin and pale like a ghost
Dead boy hitchhikes up the coast
Not even phased
Poor and hungry
But would give us the shirt off of his back
Hope that he's front and center
Next time we come back

15. Campaign For Emo Destruction

Dropping your mic to sing on the floor
That never was or will be hardcore
Put on a show for little petty page
Phony tears instead of rage
Pretend you're sensitive so you get laid
You're a wolf in thrift clothing,
They're your prey
Spock can't get women any other way

16. Hardcore Before Mark McCoy Was Emo Semen

This is just hardcore, can't you see?
This style dates back before 1980
The Fix, Neos & Youth Korps,
Too played fastcore in '82
Fast hardcore has always been around
In every country it can be found
The scene owes a lot to BCT
He got fast hardcore to everybody
Neon Christ & Negative FX
Are constantly in my tape deck
I always loved Googol Plex
And who could forget Protes Bengt
I'm a fiend for fast hardcore
Always needing more
Play fast or die

17. Sluta

Came from the land of blue and gold
Always pimple crazed so I've been told
When the ritual starts unfolding
My last resort is to scream sluta!
Sluta!
First law of nature states
Girls love their boyfriends pimple

18. Heynerdshovetheinternetupyourgapinganalcavity@dork.com

Self-proclaimed punk king of the net
I hope carpal tunnel is all that you get
The monitors glow is your only light
Beat your meat to your own website
Chatroom junkie,
Social flunkie
Rule the scene from inside your room
You're safe inside your cyberwomb
Never been to a hardcore show
Got a zillion megabytes but nowhere to go

19. Hoarder

I've got copies of everything
Every pressing
Every color
Even the penis-shaped picture disc
So I'm not the only dick
Put that down!
Don't get fingerprints on the cover
Every record is my lover
Every rarity I've pursued
Is fondled nightly when I'm nude
I'm a whore for vinyl
Need more
Still need the limited metal box
And the LP hole is small enough for my cock
My possessions, owning these goods
Makes up for my lack of manhood

20. Now 50% More Pants-shitting

You say that you "got Jewed"
When you haggle over money
Well, I've got news for you ...
That isn't fucking funny
Nothing makes me laugh
If it's based on a victim saying something so fucked,
You might as well have kicked 'em
Why is it so common in this "PC"
Scene to say stupid shit in mixed company
Using racial and ethnic slurs again and again
It isn't "less bad" when you only say it to your friends
Ethnic jokes of any kind
Are like olestra for the mind

21. Let The Beatings Commence

"Back in the day"
That's all you say
What is now hardcore was once called metal
Over-produced like night ranger
Your "old style" punk sounds like '80s glam
Don't pretend you're "old-school"
If you don't know the roots
If this really was the 80s
You'd be under someone's boots
You'd get beaten
If you played what you now play
Back in the day

22. Chris Pooped At The Skatepark

Deliverance journey comes alive
Bayou skate park ain't no jive
Acid burnt one-eyed dog hillbilly festering bump
On a long one arm
Asshole short fuse lit
Flipping tables talking shit
Wife in back wading through trash
All we wanna do is thrash
Dirt the purity
That's for sure
Decomposing rotten stench
Gotta go, gotta go
Little boy's room house of horrors

23. Jeb For The Ruller Of The (Formerly) Free World

there's so much about him you can say the punk rock professor who'll kick
graffin's ass any day nothing bad to hide Pam is by his side and the fact
is he's got a lot of kids master of the arts
likes everything from Bart's
writes the best reviews, has a million ways of saying "brutal" check out
the crass menagerie the best document of musical extremes ruler of the
hardcore scene at least this side of cedar city here's the jeb song

24. Staayyyle

Whole idea is to crush everything in sight
Markers, streaks and krylon, too
Go out alone or with your crew
My big fuck off to the rest of society
Is to destroy this whole fucking city

25. Crush Kill Destroy

backpack filled for the midnight caper prepared to inhale the krylon
vapers 625. self initiated by defie down the neez the city we seize hit
whatever we please juiced up magnum we're outta control I wanna see yo
tootsie roll crush kill destroy!







SPAZZ LYRICS