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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. |
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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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