Plutocracy : Off the Pigs

Porno Gore Grind / USA
(2010 - Forest Moon Special Products)
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1. INTRO

(No lyrics available)


2. CARNALS

Sacred circle unbroken
Tomahawks and shanks
Laying cops to their waste
Knee deep no sleep
Carnals sneaky creep
Deep with our brothers, can't get between
Sonic brutality
Dankstahz believe
Haters have a way of finding ditches
A blooming field of dismembered snitches
Blood in, Blood out
Carnals got your back
We're ready to fight
When the shit goes down
You better fight for your life
We're carnals for life
Sworn by the rusty knife
Tatooed in my brain
Danked out and insane


3. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

Off pigs by any means necessary
Defend the family
We'll do what we can
Fist in the air
Gun in my hand
Blood runs red
Dead pigs in the street
Fear, propaganda
Heavily sedate the masses
War machine to restore the classes
Material greed, false sense of security
Elected power, selling out your community
Going green to hide your guilt
Murder and lies is how this country was built
Let's off some pigs
We'll split their wigs
Let's smoke some twigs
And take some swigs


4. NUCLEAR FOUNDATIONS

Missle silos
Politically unstable
Poisoned breed
Nuclear seed
A dying creed
Public's health at need
For peaceful purposes?
Or we die!
Red dawn is rising
Toxic population
World religions fighting
Nuclear foundations


5. DANK UPON A TIME

Crack the bottle
Take a sip
Smoke some weed
Mosh the pit
Back in the day
Here in the Bay
Running from cops
We'll never stop
Dankcore flows
Through my veins
Pluto-Loko
Permanently ingrained
Redwood Dankstahz
Dank upon a time
West Bay Doomride
Grind 'til Freedom


6. MEDIA

Particles of waste
Transmitted to your brain
Digital information
Our loss their gain
Glamorized violence
To sell your peace
Transmission overload
Feelings deceased
Media Assassin Extraordinaire
Two-sided tale
Money tips the scale
Human minds fail
Free speech is jailed
Media's misleading
Society is the problem


7. FUNERAL PORK HARVEST

Trapped in a never-ending
Huricane of rotting
Pork-infested pestilence!!!!
Narcs on every fucking corner!!!
Their grey snakes
Soaked in liquid hate!!
AR-15S loaded with microchips!
The kind of snipers we don't need!!
It is time for the Mortician
And the Farmer
It is time for the Mortician
And the Farmer to be "wed"
It is time for an infinate
Funeral Pork Harvest!!!

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