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Repugnant Perturbation Excursion

by Maximum Perversion

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1.
Maxinʼ with the Maximums Gonna bring it to you fly Hit your head with lyric murder And the style will make you die MP freaks are gonna bring ya The kinda beatz to kill ya Homicidal riffa/slasher Lyrics perverted like a flasher From the help of herbal implements Bass is crushing like blunt instruments Sound is breaking through your cranium As you think of murderous incidents Coming at ya raw cutting suckers with my saw Slicing fools with medical tools And laughing at the gore... DeSalvo in your headphones With the cord heʼll strangle Sadismoʼs got the axe With intent your mind to mangle Music to your rear causing carnage Getting bent, then you turn the track up louder Before you know it “Where your face went?” My words are spurtingʼ like Peter Kurten As a victim he is hurting Got your Hi-Fi speakers working Like the Claremont killer, lurking... Got a chord to leave you jerkinʼ While youʼre twitching, weʼre smirkingʼ Ream you ears with complex wording From the Maximum Perversion! Chillinʼ with the perverts Music mincing up your mind Queasy listening as your blood spurts From your ears with MP grind “Itʼs too loud; make it tame!” Nah, canʼt do it, wonʼt refrain From causing pain to your brain Like John Gacy or Ed Gein
2.
Feast on candied cadavers, sugar fused with rot Good time sweetshop in your wooden box Macerating marrow is scraped from your bone Lysosome marshmallow in vitriolic foam Sacrin impregnation... making toffee in your coffi n Grub infestation reminds me that youʼre rotten Haemorrhage ʻn honey... your death is sickly sweet Post-mortem culinary delights for me to eat Foul stench of rot as sanguine gore seeps Smell is no deterrent as I craft necrotic sweets Tissue turns to treacle, crystallising in your chest “Out of the strong came forth sweetness” In your self-saucing death Caster coalescence... Forming bloody truffl es Peppermint putrescence... Zymotic smelly dribbles Butter basting fossil... Caked oedema weeps Caramel excrescence... Fecundate to make sweets Liquored giblets... Phenylketonurics Bubbling appendix in sprinkly bits
3.
Here is a tale of a man and his member But there are some factors that you must remember John Bobbitʼs wife thought heʼd treated her wrong So John woke one night and he found his dick gone With a quick snip, it was done in a tick When John Bobbitʼs wife; she cut of his dick... She got in her car and then drove away quick She wound down the window Then his dick she did fl ick John Bobbit - You lost it John Bobbit - She chopped it Here is a tale of a dismembered member A tale that itʼs owner will always remember ʻCause John wet the bed on that terrible night And the blood on the sheets Was a memorable sight When John Bobbitʼs wife took a knife to his snake She had no idea of the money heʼd make... With his schlong sewed back on He can bob it once more The porno actor whoʼs movie I saw... She chopped it!
4.
F.D.S. 02:30
How dare you come here in disarray? Brown stains on your tights give you away Your leaky arse is not wanted here... you fucking reek! Fucking diarrhoea slut.... Hot stuff coming out your butt Fucking diarrhoea slut.... Hot stuff coming out your butt Sagging pants bulge full of shit When it comes to stench, girl youʼre it! Fucking diarrhoea slut.... Hot stuff coming out your butt Fucking diarrhoea slut....
5.
Millennium brings the end of time To live, your life you will excise Mad doctrine bleeds the foolish mind At heavenʼs gate you will find Salvation in the stars, Follow Do and Ti Spaceship to the heavens - Your life youʼll leave... A cosmic saviour you believe Will lead you to your own reprieve From an earthly life, so bleak Divine delusions as you seek Retribution in the sky, transcending sanity Wear the purple shroud Your god youʼll never see... In UFO youʼll fl y So pack your bags and say “Goodbye” Come one, come fool and find out why Space means nothing when you die! Student of the holy teaching Hear the disillusioned preaching You must have a strong belief To practice terminal-relief Travel high above the clouds Purple triangle shrouds The kingdom you seek wonʼt be found The space for you is in the ground... Theological premonition... Incongruous: your religion... An obsequial life-ambition... Suicide for science fiction! Your abstruse astronomy Breeds renascent fantasy Soon to leave your life behind Outer space, or out of mind?
6.
Thereʼs a special place in Tennessee Itʼs where I would like to be There they cater for special needs Like the need to be with the deceased Bill Bassʼ Body Shop Your last stop for a decayed crop Shop ʻtil you drop then youʼll be stock At Bill Bassʼ Body Shop Thereʼs a special place in Tennessee Where decay and rot comes for free Progressive putrefaction tends to please On Bill Bassʼ choicest dead bodies Bill Bassʼ Body Shop Your last stop for a rotting crop On sludge and slop we wonʼt be topped At Bill Bassʼ Body Shop
7.
Psychodad 01:45
Whoʼs that riding into the sun? Whoʼs the man with an itchy gun? Whoʼs the man who kills for fun? Whoʼs that man who sleeps with a gun? But he does love his son, Killed his wife ʻcause she weighed a ton... Psychodad! A little touched, or so weʼre told, Killed his wife ʻcause she had a cold, Might as well, she was gettinʼ old... Whoʼs the tall dark stranger there, The one with the gun and the icy stare, The one with the scalp of his ex-wifeʼs hair? Psychodad! Whoʼs that riding across the plain? Whoʼs lost count of the wives heʼs slain, Who is the man whoʼs plum insane? Psychodad!
8.
Got a craving... Icy, cold treat Flavoured popsicle I love to eat Lolly yielding madman... Ice cream van full of ice cream Children pestering for frozen confectionery Such a chilly find sitting up the back Pushing kids out the way, the ice cream I unwrap Cram it into my mouth; the taste makes me grin The wooden stick I throw in the bin I scream for that ice cream, I need to eat a few... I just want to see what it tastes like A dental shiver - Eating straight from the tub Emulsive concentration Swirling in chocolate condiments Desert is my life, vanilla slice Devouring the cold, served in a bowl Unhealthy obsession; the frozen I eat Brain pain to follow knocks me off my feet Lolly yielding madman Waffle cone jammed in cake hole Licking... Streaming... Melting... Screaming...
9.
Heʼs a man whoʼs friends with grime From your bath heʼll lick the slime Germs and dirt he does not fear Unhygienic-man is here... Unhygenio fun with scum Mouldy sandwich? Heʼll have some! Fast-food restaurant... lick the fl oor Public toilet... kiss the door Foreign coins to savour ʻn suck Soup to drink from kitchen muck Wafting smell to make you sick Soiled and stained and unhygienic-man! Sewerage mains - dirt desert Various stains on pants and shirt Dive in to a sneezersʼ mist Bacterial friends he canʼt resist Use-by-date labels heʼs peeling His smell leaves you reeling: Itʼs unhygienic-man!

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released November 11, 2000

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Maximum Perversion Perth, Australia

Jon Bassett: G-string Guitars
& Ruptured lower-intestine growls

Jason Chipchase: Gonad Guitars
& Deep-throat eructations

Daniel Majer: Nobby Doldrums
& Blistered, red-raw throat yells

Andrew Bassett: Brown Bass
& Psychopathic teen-screams
... more

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