Lyrics

"Swamp nig her’s Rot"
(A Heavy Metal Anthem 'Bout Jonathan)[Verse 1]
In a crypt of filth, where roaches gnaw the gloom,
Jonathan, the fat slob, festers in his tomb.
Every bite he devours, he swells like a plague’s curse,
A grotesque titan of decay, makin’ the earth worse.His bedframe screams in torment, crushed by greasy weight,
He chokes down rancid scraps, growin’ to hell’s gate.
With a stench like death’s own vomit, choking out the light,
His room’s a sewer altar, worshippin’ the night.[Chorus]
SWAMP nig her! Spawn of rot, crueler than the grave’s black maw!
Taintin’ souls with fetty, clawin’ women raw!
With a sack of cursed deceit, and a grin like hell’s own blade,
A slob-king of torment, where hope’s betrayed!
SWAMP nig her! Crumblin’ in the filth you breed,
A demon in your sty, you’re the devil’s wretched seed![Verse 2]
He cracks his door, a crevice, baggie in his claw,
Spittin’ venom dreams to the broken and the flawed.
“Just a hit, you wretch,” he growls, voice thick with slime,
But his price is their ruin, defiled in grime.He traps their heads in plastic, makes ‘em choke and scream,
A lard-beast predator, feastin’ on their dreams.
Then he falls, a mountain, snorin’ like a dying beast,
Buried in his garbage, king of the obscene.[Chorus]
SWAMP nig her! Spawn of rot, crueler than the grave’s black maw!
Taintin’ souls with fetty, clawin’ women raw!
With a sack of cursed deceit, and a grin like hell’s own blade,
A slob-king of torment, where hope’s betrayed!
SWAMP nig her! Crumblin’ in the filth you breed,
A demon in your sty, you’re the devil’s wretched seed![Bridge]
Cursed by ancient malice, or his soul’s a festering sore,
Eatin’ till the walls collapse, too vast for any door.
He gorged a stolen feast, grew too wide for mortal chains,
Now his room’s a putrid hell, where only torment reigns.[Verse 3]
The world spat its hatred, screamed, “You’re done, you blight!”
But he’s too fat to drag out, a shadow in the night.
Now he wallows in the rot, chewin’ bugs and moldy dread,
Growin’ fouler, crueler, with a hunger never dead.His snores shake the void, a growl from Satan’s pit,
A slob too vile for livin’, spittin’ venom where he sits.
Still he schemes in darkness, baitin’ traps with wicked scorn,
Jonathan, the Swamp nig her, evil reborn.[Chorus]
SWAMP nig her! Spawn of rot, crueler than the grave’s black maw!
Taintin’ souls with fetty, clawin’ women raw!
With a sack of cursed deceit, and a grin like hell’s own blade,
A slob-king of torment, where hope’s betrayed!
SWAMP nig her! Crumblin’ in the filth you breed,
A demon in your sty, you’re the devil’s wretched seed![Outro]
Raise your fist for the damned, pray they break his wretched spell,
From the Swamp nig her’s poison, his festering, reeking hell.
In that crypt of endless rot, where the shadows choke and creep,
Satan roars his laughter to the song of Jonathan’s sleep.