Fan Massacre

"When's the new album coming out?"
 "When you gonna come to my town?"
 "You should make 'Deathcore Sucks'!"
 "You should make 'Emo Sucks'!"
 We have had enough of all your shit and we're fed up
 We've decided to have the lot of your worthless throats cut
 Our mascot himself is the hitman we call for the job
 We gave him your addresses, sent him to carve up you slobs
 Your endless sycophantism we cannot forgive
 You haven't bought enough merch to allow you to live
 Fan massacre
 You've bugged us for years, we don't like you, we want you to die
 Fans are all jerks
 Thanks for the tour bus but now we don't need you... so goodbye
 The King fireballed Mike Murrell in the throat
 Scott Montgomery was drowned in the moat
 Tony Sahin was teleported into space
 Julie Trubiano got a sword to the face
 Jimmy & Toccara Nickerson and Marcy too
 Were mashed up with a mallet and converted into glue
 Ryan Krystiniak was burned alive
 Ray Magini was seasoned and deep-fried
 David M. Clark dies gurgling, stripped of his skin
 Dan Hammer choked on his own blood when we ripped off his chin
 We mauled Patrick Evans and left him impaled on a stick
 That's what you get for liking our band, you dick
 Fan massacre
 Carlos Alvarado is slowly ground up into chum
 I hope it hurts
 We watch and we laugh as you mewl and you beg and
 We say "This is what you deserve ...you scum"
 Stormspell Records HQ was blown up with a tank
 Michael Hughes met his demise on the end of a shank
 It's wholesale slaughter on our loving and doomed devotees
 Don't let your blood ruin our fancy clothes, you sleaze
 Fan massacre
 Most bands say they're grateful to fans and their fans are the best
 Please buy a shirt
 We know the truth, our fans are the worst
 And every last one of you needs to be beaten and bludgeoned and poisoned and stabbed... to death