World of Warcraft

[AKIRA]

I play WoW every weekend with my boyfriend, (but only when we have nothing else to do). I love it, and it's a good filler, and I am far from addicted.

Every weekend? Hmph. If you were my gf, I wouldnt be on a computer every weekend, I can tell you that much.

 

[brazeneye]

Every weekend? Hmph. If you were my gf, I wouldnt be on a computer every weekend, I can tell you that much.

Haha, not everyweek. Just inbetween doin' it and stuff. Run an instance, then run to the bedroom.

 

[AKIRA]

Now I feel left out.

 

[maniclion]

I doubt the cannibal corpse groupies are that hot.

I bet in the foreign countries they have some extra fine girls all over them, German, Swedish, ETC.

 

[Doublebase]

I bet in the foreign countries they have some extra fine girls all over them, German, Swedish, ETC.

I remember Richard Christie from the Howard Stern show, who used to drum for Death and Iced Earth, saying that the guys in the crowd were as good looking as the girls.

 

[FishOrCutBait]

whoa. just... whoa. that's scary, it really is. If that's not someone addicted to something I just don't know what is. I wanna find a video of someone addicted to something and then compare it to that video. A tow truck couldn't get him away from the topic. And then the poor interviewer clearly had no idea what he's talking about, he must have just been freaked out "What the fuck is this guy saying?" I, sadly, knew the terms that he was saying but I could step myself back enough to wonder what that must sound like to someone who's never played, but it's equally as crazy to someone who does know.

I can, at least, say that I've never been that far down the well

his lyrics are truly concerning, for those that have read them

CANNIBAL CORPSE LYRICS - Butchered At Birth (1991)
1. Meat Hook Sodomy
"Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate
Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat
Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene feelings deep inside me
Dislocating, separating a blood
Drenched body
Begin the anal grounting
Awaiting insertion, to rip out intestine
Bodily destruction
Vulgar molestation
Treachery never ending soul ripping
Lifeless Bodies not, petrified
Cloggins veins
Presure building
Scabbing clotted sores dehydrate
Condemned to life of obscurity
Dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through murder
Devoting my life to mutilation
Screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated
Stumps, darkness overshadowing the killing
Eyes now dialate
Bodies disintegrate
Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum
Splitting bodies, spilling guts on the ground
Sodomizing living beings with my utensils
Stabbing on your life stripped of all your skin
Disgusting to the world
Beauty to my eyes
The body lying naked, discharging my infection
Invigorating while I kill, intoxicating
Invoking suffering on human beings
Grinding orifices my only therapy
Sculpting gore
Muscle tissue
Reshaping
Mounds of flesh, deformation
Skulls of victims stacked like trophies
Bleeding from your arse sudden blood ejection"

 

[FishOrCutBait]

CANNIBAL CORPSE LYRICS - Tomb Of The Mutilated (1992)
5. Necropedophile

I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate

Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones

Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled

Violated after death
Virgin hole I infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile