The Full Length
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I will not stand for this and I will not stand in line The industry made a travesty for the final time A crime it should be to charge a fee for snacks. $10.50! Can't believe we waited months and weeks to see a 2-hour atrocity Remake and ruin every movie that I've ever loved Popcorn, drinks and ticket sales will all be payed in blood Trailers are on Put your phones away, don't care what you have to say Keep your kids quiet or I'll teach them a lesson in (silence) So while you're sneaking in some food I'll be sneaking in my 9mm If I don't get you in your seat, I'll get you while you stand in line And I'm coming to a theater... near you!
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Unemployed And we’re currently hiring A group of individuals Young and aspiring Annual bonuses and a 401k You look like a nice guy, What do you say? Check all the boxes, who cares who you are Just a form for formality going to HR. Thank you sir, now right this way Would you have time for the drug test today? Take a seat here, sit back and relax While we pump you full of heroine, coke, and ex-lax Wake up bitch, don’t look so stressed Your results are in and you passed the test. HIRE to FIRE I hope you don’t mind that I’m fully erect Now please bend over for your background check Co-workers? They won’t make a sound. As you can see they’re gagged and bound HIRE to FIRE Your hours are days, nights and weekends Why waste your time with your family and friends? It was a pleasure to work you and we’re glad you were hired, But your position was trandsfered into the pyre
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
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Hibernating in the sewers of Aurora, Illinois He's the mother fuckin nightmare of every girl and boy Once a year on Halloween it rises from its sleep No one knows its not a mask as he's creepin down the street Trick or treat, bang bang, skeet skeet treat or trick. Bitch, suck my dick It takes your candy and that's for sure TRICK OR TREATURE Toxic sewage left him obscene in a sugar coma until next Halloween Its like the Easter bunny of Halloween He gonna take your candy, gonna make you scream Your chocolate and your candy he will consume and smashing milfs and cougars in skimpy costumes Trick or treat, bang bang, skeet skeet treat or trick. Bitch, suck my dick It takes your candy and that's for sure TRICK OR TREATURE
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Creeps! Back! Back from the dead, looking to get, to get some head! Fiends! Rise! Up from the grave, looking for what? to get some brainz! Hide your kids, and hide your wife, 'cause the dead re coming back to life. No! We don't want flesh, we don't want guts, we just want you to suck on deez nutz. Night of the Giving Head! (x4) We're all getting brainz!
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Settle in for a Sunday drive Got your drinks, snacks and lack of exercise A demon on the road, push the pedal to the floor Came prepared with tech, you can afford to go explore YOU’RE LOST, but you really don’t mind You tap “go home” and you drive alone the line Reached your destination but you look around unsure It says you’re at your home, but you’ve never been here before Take a left at the cemetery Turn right by the abandoned farm Merge onto the highway to hell If you end up in limbo, you have gone too far. Buyer’s remorse for this hellish guide, demons directing me Warranty won’t cover homicide, global possessioning Recalculating the route to send you driving off a cliff Directing you to the woods where you’ll be trapped and hacked to bits G.P.S Your destination is drowning in blood AND P.S. Your pain has just begun Demons directing me, global possessioning Safe-route vasectomy, global possessioning SYSTEM Demons directing me, IT'S THE Global possessioning SYSTEM Safe-route vasectomy IT'S THE Global possessioning
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
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it was just a meaningless day down at the record store when you came upon that mysterious 7 INCH plain white sleeve. no cover, no art just words that read: “DON'T MOSH TO THIS” “Such a rare find...” you thought to yourself as you posted about it online invite your friends over to give it a spin and it sounded just like this: don't mosh to this beware the curse heed the words within this verse unaware of the hell you'd unleash on yourselves as you let that needle drop your circle of friends begin to push and shove mocking the sacred art you lose all control of your mind, body and soul finding no way to stop as time passes by 38, 45 the exhausted ones begin to fall ONE BY ONE the tables have turned you get what you’ve earned so, let’s set the record straight trapped in the plastic pressed, sealed and packaged oh man, you sure sound great!
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Look at us Man, we really let ourselves go Spend all day playing video games Have we had one too many trips to the buffet? But hey its ok We’re morbidly obese, overweight, underpaid No pain no gain, if that’s the case we’ll train The quickest way to lose weight is tearing off your limbs Don’t delay, sign up today! Lets all get our gym dismembership! Warm ups, doused in diesel fuel Do you feel the burn? Rip your heart out through your pecks and flex to work that cardio You look weak you piece of shit you make my fucking sick My protein shake of your face Is the only gain you’ll get Get fit or get swole for the small price of your soul We’ll cancel your existence If you cancel your dismembership
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Viruses on the web Antivirus can’t protect Buzzfeed top ten, list of victims Twitter trending, hashtag #killing You’re now friends with the living dead Take a selfie with no head World Star Hip Hop, all limbs ripped off Instagrammed meal, made of people Viral Sensation Appearing in your feed, to feed on you Viral Sensation Zombies react to human flesh Like, subscribe, and share... to die
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. We get none but we’re still O.G. Let me explain this as best as I can Yo, we write cool jams to get legions of fans "Bruh, when we heard Smash Potater, We thought you’d sound like shit But then we saw you play and now were here to suck your dick" Well hey, thanks for the fluff Now shut the fuck up, bitch and buy some fucking stuff GET FUCKED We got the thrash and you got the cash and that’s enough NO BLUFF Sing about pits and put it on the ritz and eat til we’re stuffed SO WHAT? Yeah, we’re a joke band. We make a joke out of you With riffs like this you gotta buy a shirt even if it don’t fit You wanna chat, but that costs more You’ll pay to meet and greet at a record store. WHY DID we write this song? ITS NOT even funny WHY DID WE pick this band name? WE ain't got no money
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Storming through the party like my name was El Nino When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name. Trashed my own house party cause nobody came. I know I'm not the one you thought You knew back in high school Never going, never showing up when we had to. Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave, I'm sick of always hearing act your age. I don't wanna to waste my time Become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in love Become another victim of your conformity And back down. Because you don't Know us at all we laugh when old people fall. But what would you expect with a conscience so small. Arizona and bullets it's how we were raised. Woody and Buzz were the gods that we praised Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offense then, It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn. I don't wanna to waste my time Become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down. Don't count on me, to let you know when. Don't count on me, I'll do it again. Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing. Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening. Well I'm a no good lower middle class brat, Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothing. You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin. But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing. Cause if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook, You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book. I like songs with distortion, and eating my emotions. The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion. I don't wanna to waste my time Become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in love Become another victim of your conformity And back down. Waste my time with them Casualty of society. Waste my time again, Victim of your conformity And back down.
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
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