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Revision as of 14:59, 23 November 2022
My genuine apologies for going way too hard. Please be advise all of this is just to make people laugh.
This is the book of Roman. These are songs form the band Funk Kill Blasphemy. Roman's clean vocals sound like Assemblage 23, Disturbed, Type O Negative or And One because that's how I imagine his voice. His metal voice is between Gorefest and Bolt Thrower. They have elements of many styles but focus on doom metal which features phenomenal beats that resemble being completely pulled out of body every time. It resembles running into a scary mythical thing that send a chill through your bone yet you are more curious to witness than afraid.
Sterile
Sterilized
(Death Metal Growl)
When preparing infant formula (for baby)
You'll need to boil above 200 degrees
Let it cool for no more than 30 minutes
So that it remains at a temperature of at least 70C.
Bottled water is not recommended for making up feeds,
As it is not sterile (and may) contain too much, saaaaaaaaalt
(Sodium or sulphate!)
Steam!
Bleach!
Soak it!
Place disassembled feeding items into a pot
And cover with water.
Put the pot over heat and bring to a boil.
Boil for 5 minutes.
Remove items with clean tongs.
After sanitizing, place items on a clean, unused dish towel or paper towel in an area protected from dirt and dust. Allow to air-dry thoroughly before storing. Do not use a dish towel to rub or pat items dry because doing so may transfer germs to the items!!!
Wash!
Dry!
Stoooore... away! (Save it!)
Dissemble me!
Put me back together!
That's Roman (To your/the mother)
Reading Web MD
(Death Metal Growl)
You have it!
I am on the rise of a weekly paranoia
Web MD
One foot in the grave
My own personal medical examiner
In this knew technological era
Kiss me lady doctor
You my boo boo better
(Iiiiiii... Iiiiii love yahh)
...
(Female robot: Hard pill to swallow) (x3) (Hard pill to, swallow)
(Death Metal Growl)
Give her di Benadryl Expectorant!
Magic elixir!!!
(Thrash Verse)
I pop a pill to fix her
Like mother with the spritzer
My magical elixir
We were blitzkrieg at a mixer
I feel better than a Goodfella
So why I always check my shoulder?
This * paranoia
Sick old paranoia
I'll have a lemon water
With a miniature umbrella
Branch of mint, cucumber
A straw to dodge the pathogens
But still a cutty cleaner
Lord bless this holy water
She is my bread and butter
I'm fasting for tomorrow
But give a * a burger
I love a thick ol' beer girl
She likes to suck the bottle
And I wouldn't even kiss her
The lipstick marks a no-no!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hahaha!
Slime Girl and Demon Boy
(Doom Metal Duet (Yela, Cameila and Yoke female vocals) ~Rave Male Vocals)
(Verse 1)
~I know you're scum
(What do you mean?)
~But you look happy
(It's not what it seems)
~It doesn't give you the right to (protect your pain on someone else)
~(Be mine) together in your spirit
~I know a body is only half of it
(Your scorned, wouldn't fail you now)
~I am blue because you're green ~(just like the zombies skin)
(I am Pneumonia)
~I am the devil's son
(He is the fire in a dark spirit)
~She's life that grows in it
~(Be mine) together in your spirit
(Verse 2)
~How much? ~(You want it?)
~Priceless is not cheap
~Free sex (A free heart) I work for it
~(Give/bring it deh)
~(My soul is not for sale)
~(Free love) I work for it
(Rave Hook)
If we are one
Up lift us (Now!)
She is the parasite into my lungs
A form of ectoplasm
From this life reborn
Pneumonia
(Yela hook)
We are mum
You are my angel and demon
I'm your flesh
You are my Necromanomicon
Pneumonia
(will come) Reborn
(Verse 3)
~Feel it in my chest
~(Touch my/your breast)
~We succumb succubus (Incubus of my womb)
(Is there life in death?)
~Be my ~(it's all a guest)
~(together we are mum)
~(Pneumonia and the devil's son)
Troubled Boy
(Verse 1)
I prison my self to pay a debt of
Wake up groaning
I don't mind hostilities
It's the friendship that really bothers me
I am a troubled boy
To prove my point
I'll crucify myself
Medicate my sick memories
(Can't swallow that one) I lost my appetite
(But some days you fast for good health)
And I am well (by myself)
(Verse 2)
She thinks troubled boys are movies actors
But I'm the man who sits behind her camera
You only prove my picture of all girls
I'll be direct, I am a troubled soul
I'm not one for friendly sweet talk
Don't wastes my time
(Just tell me if you're good to go?)
(I just need sex) and a little help
In sickness and health (would you be there?)
I hate to depend, you of all people should know.
(Verse 3)
The hive mind said 'You're doing better'
It's like they thought I need acceptance
('The most Christlike when I don't believe')
(Now honoring a good man you killed long ago)
And though I bleed
I still feel sympathy (For them)
Is it too late (for crook apologies)?
They know not themselves
I'll forgive but can forget
I can't let it go (at least not yet)
Prison myself (of our debts)