The Unthrowboxes
Enough
(Verse 1: Werewolf)
That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough
It cuts ya finger when you touch it and it feels rough
You're not tough, I'm tough
Get bitten by a killer moth
No love, no love, no love, no love
Do you hate the smell of bloody cloth?
I love that makes me laugh, something makes me laugh
That's ya blood as you cover ya mouth when you cough
Sleeping alone in the night before last
Ya blood gushes when I'm giving you a brain blast
You're so slow but not so fast
The nasty rappers got buried in the past
Stop! Or you'll eat the grass
I'll tear you apart if you ever fuss
I'll cut off ya tongue if you dare to cuss
The worms crawling on ya massive guts
If the god must, the devil must
Beating, butchering and eating their body parts
You'll be living with ya scars
I can't take this smell when my room is full of farts
Syphilitic pus and gore arts
The naked girl likes to smell the stinky cheese tarts
Don't corrupt my morbid thoughts
Dracula is biting off ya necks and spots
Evil hand and face was covered with black dots
Bus stops, buck shots
Sit down and listen to this, lots
Call the cops, I'll call the cops
Make ya ears bleed when the balloon pops
Goat zombie is feeding on the meat chops
It's time for you to smell my shoe when ya heart stops
It starts throbbing when ya blood clots
You're not allowed to smoke some pots
She loves me not, but thanks alot
You'll be drowning in the pig snot
Crying baby's vomiting blood all over the court
(Verse 2: Doorclosing)
Bloody nose and bleeding scalp
Blood soaked and tied up in a rope
Mix it all together for the taste of hope
I'm not a dope, so don't be a dope
Yep, nope, yep, nope
Now take a look at the telescope
Eyes closed, mouth soaped
So the things I wasn't coped with

(Verse 3: Werewolf)
Wolverine claws, bleeding marks
Nail in the severed face masks
Get bitten by the one rabid fox
And infected with the chicken pox
And chloroformed by my stinky socks
You will never escape from blocks and blocks
Go get crushed by some more hard rocks
Hammer, gun, and knife in his toolbox

(Verse 4: Doorclosing)
Tapeworms, maggots and spiders
I hope she's standing right behind us
The demon inside us, we'll get eyeless
Silent island, violent virus