| Song | Revenge of the Scabby Man |
| Artist | Impetigo |
| Album | Ultimo Mondo Cannibale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ? | |
| His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy. | |
| His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy | |
| His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit | |
| His tongue is nasty, his dick is green. | |
| His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene | |
| You cold squeeze his pus-filled face | |
| and pop it like an ugly zit! | |
| He walks around town, you can smell hils feet | |
| Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street. | |
| The children run and hide to | |
| the safety of their daddy's arms | |
| He comes to your door with his decayed grin | |
| You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been | |
| Should you slam the door? | |
| Or should you let him in? | |
| You run and hide but you can't hide | |
| The Scabby Man comes inside | |
| He picks his nose and eats his snot | |
| And then he eats up all your pot | |
| He pukes on you, he kicks your dog | |
| He's a f**king smelly hog | |
| He farts alot, he rapes your wife | |
| You cut a fart and he licks the knife... | |
| You think it's over but it's not over yet! | |
| The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he's f**king gross, you bet! | |
| He jacks off and shoots his cum on your two-month-old son! | |
| The horror's not over much to your dismay | |
| You're the Scabby Man's victim, on this very day, | |
| And he's invited his friends | |
| to come over for the whole weekend! | |
| TO BE CONTINUED... |
| zuo qu : ? | |
| His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy. | |
| His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy | |
| His ass is so smelly it' ll clear out any moshing pit | |
| His tongue is nasty, his dick is green. | |
| His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene | |
| You cold squeeze his pusfilled face | |
| and pop it like an ugly zit! | |
| He walks around town, you can smell hils feet | |
| Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street. | |
| The children run and hide to | |
| the safety of their daddy' s arms | |
| He comes to your door with his decayed grin | |
| You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been | |
| Should you slam the door? | |
| Or should you let him in? | |
| You run and hide but you can' t hide | |
| The Scabby Man comes inside | |
| He picks his nose and eats his snot | |
| And then he eats up all your pot | |
| He pukes on you, he kicks your dog | |
| He' s a f king smelly hog | |
| He farts alot, he rapes your wife | |
| You cut a fart and he licks the knife... | |
| You think it' s over but it' s not over yet! | |
| The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he' s f king gross, you bet! | |
| He jacks off and shoots his cum on your twomonthold son! | |
| The horror' s not over much to your dismay | |
| You' re the Scabby Man' s victim, on this very day, | |
| And he' s invited his friends | |
| to come over for the whole weekend! | |
| TO BE CONTINUED... |
| zuò qǔ : ? | |
| His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy. | |
| His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy | |
| His ass is so smelly it' ll clear out any moshing pit | |
| His tongue is nasty, his dick is green. | |
| His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene | |
| You cold squeeze his pusfilled face | |
| and pop it like an ugly zit! | |
| He walks around town, you can smell hils feet | |
| Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street. | |
| The children run and hide to | |
| the safety of their daddy' s arms | |
| He comes to your door with his decayed grin | |
| You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been | |
| Should you slam the door? | |
| Or should you let him in? | |
| You run and hide but you can' t hide | |
| The Scabby Man comes inside | |
| He picks his nose and eats his snot | |
| And then he eats up all your pot | |
| He pukes on you, he kicks your dog | |
| He' s a f king smelly hog | |
| He farts alot, he rapes your wife | |
| You cut a fart and he licks the knife... | |
| You think it' s over but it' s not over yet! | |
| The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he' s f king gross, you bet! | |
| He jacks off and shoots his cum on your twomonthold son! | |
| The horror' s not over much to your dismay | |
| You' re the Scabby Man' s victim, on this very day, | |
| And he' s invited his friends | |
| to come over for the whole weekend! | |
| TO BE CONTINUED... |