Fan Massacre (King Lich)

"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 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