CTN
The Drama Dude
This is the song I posted earlier, but now with the vocals finished and the solo too.
It's supposed to be raw, old school death metal, so the vocals are supposed to sound kinda... orcish or like a 7 foot tall viking with a bad case of laryngitis, and also pissed off. But this is also my totally dumb retarded parody side project, so the lyrics are..... REALLY dumb.
Enjoy!
Lyrics:
400 degrees of suffering,
Frying in butter,
Barnes becomes lunch.
I eat him with shrimp and sauce piquante,
Served in a cocktail glass,
Bon apetit!
Beyond the melting point,
Bones liquify, marrow I'd drink if it wasn't molten
Beyond the melting point,
Flesh blisters, burnt, golden brown perfection,
Chris Barnes deep fried in butter.
Barnes dies, fried in butter,
Consumed by guests,
Justice is served
With a side of shrimp, and joints for all,
47 years, smoked,
Low and slow.
Beyond the melting point,
Bones liquify, marrow I'd drink if it wasn't molten
Beyond the melting point,
Flesh blisters, burnt, golden brown perfection,
Chris Barnes deep fried in butter.
Six feet under, his body was found,
in the remnants of a marijuana fueled earthen smoking pit.
Exhumed and dissected, his corpse was then coated with a dry rub and deep fried.
He was served to guests at a banquet, and devoured in a ravenous frenzy.
It's supposed to be raw, old school death metal, so the vocals are supposed to sound kinda... orcish or like a 7 foot tall viking with a bad case of laryngitis, and also pissed off. But this is also my totally dumb retarded parody side project, so the lyrics are..... REALLY dumb.
Enjoy!
Lyrics:
400 degrees of suffering,
Frying in butter,
Barnes becomes lunch.
I eat him with shrimp and sauce piquante,
Served in a cocktail glass,
Bon apetit!
Beyond the melting point,
Bones liquify, marrow I'd drink if it wasn't molten
Beyond the melting point,
Flesh blisters, burnt, golden brown perfection,
Chris Barnes deep fried in butter.
Barnes dies, fried in butter,
Consumed by guests,
Justice is served
With a side of shrimp, and joints for all,
47 years, smoked,
Low and slow.
Beyond the melting point,
Bones liquify, marrow I'd drink if it wasn't molten
Beyond the melting point,
Flesh blisters, burnt, golden brown perfection,
Chris Barnes deep fried in butter.
Six feet under, his body was found,
in the remnants of a marijuana fueled earthen smoking pit.
Exhumed and dissected, his corpse was then coated with a dry rub and deep fried.
He was served to guests at a banquet, and devoured in a ravenous frenzy.