"Timekeeper's Revenge" genre: Doom/Stoner Metal
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	Aside from slaughtering the vast majority of his coworkers with the tools that torment him daily, this is truly Heavy N. Stupid's fantasy scenario. That is, until it erodes into another verbal and physical attack on several deserving coworkers. Among the bureaucratic layers of union management is the head timekeeper's position. This job pays in the $90K a year range and takes all of 45 minutes a day to perform. A politician couldn't come up with a better gimme job. But I digress. Heavy N. Stupid's dream of becoming the head timekeepers is only as absurd as the cartoonish violence he desires to bring upon the jackasses who fall prey to him in this song. Harmless lunch truck operator Bill, Cuban refugee and world champion blabbermouth Tino (one of those assholes who likes to remind anyone who will listen that "en kooba, I was dee boss!"), one-eyed defect Rich Maloney (who really did carry on conversations with himself all day long), and of course George gets it about 5 or 6 times. The song ends with an almost homoerotic male rape question. The answer is obvious to all who have lengthy experience with the brain disease that is Deathchrist featuring Heavy N. Stupid. The references to Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas have yet to be explained.
	CD: TBD Credits: Deathchrist - all music. Heavy N. Stupid - vocals/lyrics
	Lyrics I work in the office I'm someone you don't usually see I work in the office my name is Anthony I'm the head timekeeper I'll fuck you every chance I get rape your payroll rape your fuckin' life skim all your money fuck your wife timekeeper's revenge can't get enough timekeeper's revenge hey, I just wanna fuck lick my scrotal sac Judge Thomas you motherfuckin' whore you black disgusting prick you know you are so suck my dick Judge Thomas you rape suck and fuck everything in your path Judge Thomas you fuckin' ass ran to Bill's shot him in the head now I got the lunch truck blues ran to Bill's blew it up had to laugh when I saw it go up fuck fuck fuck that mother's cunt fuck fuck fuck that mother's cunt I work out on T.I.R. my gate number is nine you know I sit there all day and take a shine now I'm stapling Tino's lips together for the hell of it I hope to shut him the fuck up if that don't do it I'll have to kill him gate nine is my territory stay away or else I'll revel in glory gate nine is my territory I don't know why Tino's lips look so good Tino's lips, Tino's lips stapling Tino's lips shut him the fuck up now thought I'd have some fun this morning did surgery on George cut his lungs out wrapped them around his head oh oh what a joy grabbed his heart and crushed it under my foot grabbed his balls and bite them everywhere grab his cock and rip it off caulking George's ass closed caulking George's ass closed caulking George's ass closed now Richie kicks his own ass he can't find it anyway lost one eye now he has to pay mumble mumble mumble mumble Maloney talking to himself I don't know why blblblblblbllblblblbbl Richie Maloney blblblblblbllblblblbbl Richie Maloney hey, you know you're fuckin' Maloney, Maloney, Maloney, you fuckin' Maloney George's lethal fatal nosebleed offered him some coke and he died want to shoot him up with a gram watch the fear lurk in his eye want to shove my dick up his ass but don't know why

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