Hellathon Lyrics

Hellathon by Jam Baxter

• I rushed into the ground floor swinging my south paw
• Thought I’d escaped from the criminals outdoors
• Saw I was safe then the sinister sound caused
• My ears to bleed in the militant downpour
• And as they pissed hundreds of litres of blood
• I nearly slipped up from the speed of the flood
• When a demon encrusted with leeches and puss
• Starts screaming and beating my feet into mush
• Quick tings I rip my teeth from my gums
• Just to stab him in his creature-ous features and run
• But my feet have become locked burned and defective
• Septic and spurting with curdling red shit
• Grab at loose flesh and some dirty intestines
• I fashion new legs, started searching for exits
• Turn to the left when the worms I’d ingested
• Just burst from my neck where my sternum connected
• They were like —- and I was like “fuck”
• Dussing up to the third floor clutching my guts
• Banging at the door sat there rusted and shut
• But I spat a raw bar and it crumbled to dust
• The whole room is strange and it stunk of the musk
• Of some old tuna steak plus fungus and lust
• I heard a thundering crunch, trundled my lunch in disgust

• It’s every girl I’ve ever banged in the world and never rang
• All forced in a monster, a dirty messy flange
• So I burn 11 grams of some dirty smelly ganj
• Trying to fumigate the room but that weren’t a heavy plan
• Cause I’m lean now
• Got some wax on wax off
• Plugged up the gash with some tampons, dashed off
• Ripped out my brick and dialled 9-9-9
• But the voice on the line screamed “die-die-die”
• I thought rar, ring Ronnie
• And if he still alive tell him:
• Bring a kitchen knife and then swing for this friggin’ life
• But I couldn’t speak with my toothless mouth
• It’s like —-
• Ronnie Bosh: Wagwan you stupid clown?
• Ronnie Bosh: Look I’m trying to dig this groupie out
• Ronnie Bosh: What the fuck have you hoovered down?
• Man I was trying to explain all the fuckery before
• But all that came out was —-
• But suddenly he paused like:
• Ronnie Bosh: Bruv, there’s someone at the door
• Ronnie Bosh: It better be that scummy motherfucker with my draw
• Ronnie Bosh: Or I’m busting up his jaw
• Ronnie Bosh: Hold on, I’m gonna get the door, hold on

• They got to him too, fuck it
• I’ll get over it, Hieronymus who?
• I got ???? to do, through this ominous goo
• Stuck my guts back in with a bottle of glue
• I gotta move, straight duss to the second floor
• Met by a sweaty severed head by a metal door
• Retching with seven doors slobbering slush
• Vomiting bugs and slop from acuminous slugs
• And if that wasn’t enough
• Swinging from the ceiling were forty-four corpses dripping and congealing
• Pickling and bleeding
• Reached for my spine
• Ripped at the leeches and beetles and flies
• As the insects ran back to their nests
• Spun round saw Ron Bosh back from the dead
• But the man was possessed on some Dracula flex
• With his face hanging off and mad scabs on his flesh
• Got an axe to my neck and there’s crabs on my creps
• And a rancid tarantula clamped to my chest
• I tried to black but collapsed as he said
• Ronnie Bosh: “Fuck you Jam Baxter you’re dead!”

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