We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Carlton Shanks

by Ashton Butcher

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate hipsters I hate you and your fixie bike Those tight pants were made for girls I don't think that you deserve life I hate that you roam this world Hate I will kill them until I'm satisfied I will kill them until I'm satisfied I will kill them until I'm satisfied I will never be satisfied
2.
Dozens of rotting corpses Displayed in a shed Your body looks ripe I've come to claim your head I dont give a fuck about your family I'll slaughter all of your children And let you wade in their blood Your skin will make a perfect addition to my wardrobe When you start to cry, I feel alive The noose awaits you Welcome to your funeral "Useless slut" will be etched on your tomb stone You fucked with me, now this grave is your new home Your corpse, decorticated, has served its purpose Occasionally [your grave] will be opened to pour you company The shredded remains of your children reside with you Wading softly, you fungate I keep my promises Close
3.
We are the heart of horror, look into our eyes Abacinating heavily -- your sorrow filled life, cleverly disguised Your existence amounts to nothing You are the scum of this earth; A disease ridden harlot Infestation runs rampant through your veins With a heart, putrid as bile White teeth hide a crooked smile Was this really worth it; Betrayal and bloodshed You are better off dead You have no dignity or pride and you lack self accountability Everything about you disgusts me Consider this your appropriation And it will be my endowment to the world: One less concubine plaguing these lands Hush little bitch, don't say a word No one can hear you now Hush little girl, stop that fucking tongue Or I'll rip it the fuck out You'd find a way to be disloyal if you were chained To the floor of a basement. And, guess what, you little whore This cellar is your grave, get used to the darkness Now the only way out is to tap your heels three fucking times And go back to the kitchen.

credits

released March 11, 2011

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Ashton Butcher Tallahassee, Florida

We're just two guys making some tunes sometimes. Barksnacker is on the vocals, and Gustavo Sanchez is on the beat.

contact / help

Contact Ashton Butcher

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Ashton Butcher, you may also like: