DESCRIPTION:
Impetigo (1990)

-Maggots
-Dis-Organ-Ized
-Intense Mortification
-Revenge Of The Scabby Man
-Veneral Warts, Part 3
-Bloody Pit Of Horror (Intro)


DIS-ORGAN-IZED
Prone on the operating table
Deep incision aliced on inanimate flesh
I love my disgusting equipment
Needless, scalpels and brain acoops to diagnose death
Succumb to my horrible experiment
Intestines and limbs agog in fiendish disarray
Mustating your natural composition
Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay.

I'm the ghoul of the medical profession
Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall
With glee I dismember cadavers
I affix the pancreas where the stomach should be
Rejuvenate the rancid corpses
The innards glisten in their new anatomical display
I cackle with post-mortem delight
The walls reek of sin and the stench of horrendous decay.


INTENSE MORTIFICATION
Cold dark night, nerves are tense
Strange sounds out of nowhere, the fog is dense
You lay in your bed quaking with fright
Shadows in the hallway, something's not right...
Sounds in the kitchen, your nerves swell
There's a creature in the basement, a monster from hell
It slimes up the step, unholy rasping hiss
Who knows what it wants? Who knows what it is?

Horrified, your sanity ebbs
You struggle to survive
Mortified, you know you'll never
Leave this house alive

Foul smelling breath, it draws you near
You scream for mercy, no one can hear
Your terror is relished, it claws ooze with gore
Substained by your fear, it feeds on your horror!!!!

It's teeth retract from your skull
Feasting on your brains
Mortified, you'll know you'll never
Leave this house again....


REVENGE OF THE SCABBY MAN
His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy.
His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy
His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit
His tongue is nasty, his dick is green.
His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene
You cold squeeze his pus-filled face
and pop it like an ugly zit!
He walks around town, you can smell hils feet
Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street.
The children run and hide to
the safety of their daddy's arms
He comes to your door with his decayed grin
You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been
Should you slam the door?
Or should you let him in?
You run and hide but you can't hide
The Scabby Man comes inside
He picks his nose and eats his snot
And then he eats up all your pot
He pukes on you, he kicks your dog
He's a f**king smelly hog
He farts alot, he rapes your wife
You cut a fart and he licks the knife...
You think it's over but it's not over yet!
The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he's f**king gross, you bet!
He jacks off and shoots his cum on your two-month-old son!
The horror's not over much to your dismay
You're the Scabby Man's victim, on this very day,
And he's invited his friends
to come over for the whole weekend!