| Song | Organ Splitter |
| Artist | Bigdumbface |
| Album | Duke Lion Fights the Terror!! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Borland | |
| Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
| boiling innards recompense, | |
| lighting vards incinerating- | |
| frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
| shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
| the goggle lord will show its law, | |
| rake the gaultry, | |
| larding sist, | |
| organ splitter like a fist. | |
| Blowing death & spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
| shooting out its filthy face! | |
| Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
| rot will ticken, | |
| boggle felch- | |
| sloring vats are spilling over, | |
| flooding through the goggles realm. | |
| Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
| organ splitter getting longer, | |
| cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
| wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
| "ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records,eh, | |
| that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
| "no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
| "oh, take off, you du-, you dont know." | |
| "yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
| "sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
| "yeah, beauty sound... -not my style of music though" | |
| Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
| pus is furry, | |
| pus is good, | |
| pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
| eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
| Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
| goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
| florin shordo says suprise, | |
| pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
| Josh Allen's bad & so's Paul Booth, | |
| marrow cracks & tissue flies, | |
| the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
| glowing light upon his head, | |
| Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
| goggle comes, | |
| his blood is red, | |
| and flaming like the head of set. | |
| Blowing death & spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
| comes shooting out its filth face! |
| zuo qu : Borland | |
| Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
| boiling innards recompense, | |
| lighting vards incinerating | |
| frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
| shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
| the goggle lord will show its law, | |
| rake the gaultry, | |
| larding sist, | |
| organ splitter like a fist. | |
| Blowing death spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
| shooting out its filthy face! | |
| Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
| rot will ticken, | |
| boggle felch | |
| sloring vats are spilling over, | |
| flooding through the goggles realm. | |
| Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
| organ splitter getting longer, | |
| cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
| wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
| " ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records, eh, | |
| that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
| " no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
| " oh, take off, you du, you dont know." | |
| " yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
| " sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
| " yeah, beauty sound... not my style of music though" | |
| Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
| pus is furry, | |
| pus is good, | |
| pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
| eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
| Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
| goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
| florin shordo says suprise, | |
| pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
| Josh Allen' s bad so' s Paul Booth, | |
| marrow cracks tissue flies, | |
| the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
| glowing light upon his head, | |
| Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
| goggle comes, | |
| his blood is red, | |
| and flaming like the head of set. | |
| Blowing death spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
| comes shooting out its filth face! |
| zuò qǔ : Borland | |
| Rake the vice in florin shordo | |
| boiling innards recompense, | |
| lighting vards incinerating | |
| frying cheeks in sloring vats. | |
| shear its back and throbbing pack, | |
| the goggle lord will show its law, | |
| rake the gaultry, | |
| larding sist, | |
| organ splitter like a fist. | |
| Blowing death spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the organ splitters evil grace comes | |
| shooting out its filthy face! | |
| Bile sheens and boils belch, | |
| rot will ticken, | |
| boggle felch | |
| sloring vats are spilling over, | |
| flooding through the goggles realm. | |
| Lucifer may seem the stronger, | |
| organ splitter getting longer, | |
| cheeks are red and pack erection, | |
| wicked muscles shoot ejection! | |
| " ok lets see, thats one of thoes square records, eh, | |
| that goes on a record player that like goes on its side", | |
| " no thats an EP from some British New Wave band," | |
| " oh, take off, you du, you dont know." | |
| " yeah they bootleg thoes, eh" | |
| " sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band." | |
| " yeah, beauty sound... not my style of music though" | |
| Meat upon the pentagram bloody necrophalic phlegm, | |
| pus is furry, | |
| pus is good, | |
| pus will fill the dirty wound, | |
| eat your beets and double hog husk! | |
| Man odor smells like oily musk! | |
| goose bumps raised on prickly thighs, | |
| florin shordo says suprise, | |
| pussy discharge speaks the truth, | |
| Josh Allen' s bad so' s Paul Booth, | |
| marrow cracks tissue flies, | |
| the goggle lord will use his eyes, | |
| glowing light upon his head, | |
| Burgalveist will make you dead, | |
| goggle comes, | |
| his blood is red, | |
| and flaming like the head of set. | |
| Blowing death spitting coals, | |
| carving goodness out of souls, | |
| the Organ Splitters evil grace | |
| comes shooting out its filth face! |