In Buffet There Is No Law!
Last week Cici’s, this week Chinese, all you can eat can’t please me We roll up to the buffet self-loathing and always hungry Leave your kids at home, they’re loud and get in our way Not my fault if I mistake them for another entrée Old people are too slow We throw them and their walkers, out the door Wash your hands you slob I need to safely stuff my face with slop DON’T PUT THAT FOOD BACK Different flavors with the same scoop Ruin ice cream I will maim you I’ll keep my plate till I’m done, thank you I need that sushi more than you do Stab you over deep fried corn balls leave me pie or die, it’s your call Yes, I need 3 cups of sherbet Golden Corral breakfast for dessert Out of General Tso’s? I start a killing spree I’m only three plates in, I got a long night ahead of me In buffet there is no fucking law!
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Shootings here, shootings there, what the fuck is wrong These psycho adults have all gone nuts from all the pills their on If the PTA played more GTA we might have had a chance But now I've had it, no more Reader Rabbit Its time to take a stance I've gathered you all, a rallying call Lets take it to their place I've come to learn that it's my turn To shoot them in the face A blue cross and shield they will wield when it's their time to die They'll spit out their Folgers at the sight of small soldiers NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND Behind a desk, a corporate exec, as bullets start to fly A fax for help to upper management, but hope they managed to survive No severance pay, just severed arms and legs Benefits are quick and painless deaths Make Kony's kids look like Jerry's kids Your only raise is your head ON A SPIKE Come on guys, let's go These people are weak They need coffee in the morning and NyQuil to sleep Take an hour lunch to eat alone in the car Talk shit about each other and complain to HR
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
You dont like to mosh? You're a punk ass bitch your gonna suck my huge ass dick you think your "thrash" but you don't mosh your denim and leather can suck my cock You should just shut the fuck up "Not tonight," I call your bluff Just a bitch, can't take a chance Nothing there beneath your pants You think that your better than me, but you're all just a bunch of pussies sitting comfortably on your asses saying "Dude, I'm wearing my glasses!" I like your boots, are they brand new? why don't you let loose, your primal roots your full of shit, scared of the pit You don't wanna scratch that new jacket (...with your John Travolta lookin' ass)
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
It’s round one On the Food Network, and I’m here to win National coverage as I speak the words that lie within My competitors, unprepared to say the least Dead ingredients rise like yeast as prepared meals prepare to feast Tantir-ah-mis-trobeen ha-zar-ta Tantir-man-ov-mis-hazen-sober Kanda Entangled in tentacles, oranges beat you to a pulp Ground beef of your genitals that judges claim is overcooked Lobster claw strangulation, turkey stuffed evisceration Chicken bone laceration, bacon bit bukakke facial Necro-Nom-Icon What you baked shall seal your fate Necro-Nom-Icon Reverse death become Iron Chef Necro-Nom-Icon The book that’s bound in chicken skin inked in gravy And deep fried.
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026