Golden Swastikas Of The Sun "The Semi-Final Solution" (2016)

Produced by Randy Prozac

Baals To The Wall

i'm only here
for the beer
and don't talk to me
if you're fuckin' queer

i don't give a shit
let me make that clear
so shut the fuck up
and get me a beer

hey baby hop up
onto the cockpit
we'll do some hot rockin'
lickity ****

your very own triple creme
i'm your banana split
and that coke ain't free
better show me some tit

baals to the wall
and you are too
so take off that dress
cuz i'm coming through

down on your knees
ready to eat
i'm a one-man
trick or treat

arms tied up
and you wet the seat
gotcha going into
total heat

now get me a beer
and shut your mouth
naked in your apron
go clean the house

fuck off faggot
i ain't talkin' to you
baals to the wall
girl you know it's true

now turn it around
and give me some
put your legs up
and suck on your thumb

cuz what you need
is what i feed
you're lock and keyed
and won't be freed

now be a good girl
and show me your greed
baals to the wall
and that's guaranteed

a woman's place
is on my face
it's why you were born
so let's get that straight

so spread your legs
cuz that's your place
this rocket's about to launch
into deep space

show me how wet
cuz i'm the man
got you eating out
of the masters hand

you'll always obey
cuz it's your way
and that's how it stays
inside of the maze

yes you're dumb
it was how you were made
a woman displayed
being surveyed

now be a good slut
and make yourself cum
i'm watching my sports
and the cock went numb

baals to the wall
and you are too
so take off that dress
cuz i'm coming through

down on your knees
ready to eat
i'm a one-man
trick or treat

arms tied up
and you wet the seat
gotcha going into
total heat

now get me a beer
and shut your mouth
naked in your apron
go clean the house

fuck off faggot
i ain't talkin' to you
baals to the wall
girl you know it's true

now turn it around
and give me some
put your legs up
and suck on your thumb

cuz what you need
is what i feed
you're lock and keyed
and won't be freed

now be a good girl
and show me your greed
baals to the wall
and that's guaranteed

Homosexual Gladiators Of Akhenaten

the game is on wipe the jizz off the remote
six inch wieners going down my throat
ice cold beers are getting hard
sun disc wings on my credit card

the witching hour and i'm jerking off
fuckin' a we made it to the big playoff
mouthfuls of soft wet flame broiled beef
binding the spirit of thy footbaal belief

in the valley of hinnom with sweet and sour glaze
while we masturbate united by the lunar phase
holding thy beer at the angle of erection
in my onion rings i see the golden section

obelisks have risen and they're taking aim
shooting their baals in oannes name
the faggot tim horton's has gone fucking rotten
homosexual gladiators of akhenaten

his spirit shall go forth creamy and whipped
cheerleaders incuntations double dipped
the nacho cheese oozes from the chili dogs meat
the white breast tenders start to overheat

sucking on a penis made of gourmet ice cream
the ghost of amon-ra flickers onto my screen

re-embedding those waves as i rape my date

in the valley of hinnom with sweet and sour glaze
while we masturbate united by the lunar phase
holding thy beer at the angle of erection
in my onion rings i see the golden section

obelisks have risen and they're taking aim
shooting their baals in oannes name
the faggot tim horton's has gone fucking rotten
homosexual gladiators of akhenaten

please oannes let us win this one
you can have my wife and my only son
please tutankhamun let us win this game
i'll spill my seed in your ancient name

in the eye of ra and the entwined snake
a delicious sausage slides into the pancake
on the altar of tefnut and her sacred rains
i sacrificed the infant and i ate its brains

yes oannes let me be your slave
the grand architect of the footbaal game
yes anubis you are my lord
let me clean the cheezies off the ouija board

with my hungry man meat in your delicate sauce
we will win this game in the name of thoth
your hidden valley dressing has the taste i love
spreading the wings of the morning dove

please solomon it's the final game
make us win, fornicate in my grave
stuffing those shells with some hearty beef
dripping thy blood on the clover leaf

Football Macht Frei

my phone vibrates
against my penis
as i ejaculate
on the belly of venus

trapped in the maze
on the hamburger box
superbowl sunday
on the equinox

materializing
by invocation
the witching hour
across the nation

the crystal baals
unyoked between
the legs of isis
on the tv screen

football macht frei
osiris came
football macht frei
we burned in his flame

football macht frei
he opened his eye
football macht frei
and watched us all die

football macht frei
haremakhet
football macht frei
made the cheerleaders wet

football macht frei
ra-atum
football macht frei
split the atom

the hieroglyph
spelled in flame
during commercial break
of my footbaal game

i'm jacking off
to the mushroom cloud
summoned by
the roar of the crowd

and then it came
the thousand suns
as the eye of ra
spoke in tongues

the colosseum
transformed to ash
in thine name
shemhamphorasch

football macht frei
osiris came
football macht frei
we burned in his flame

football macht frei
he opened his eye
football macht frei
and watched us all die

football macht frei
haremakhet
football macht frei
made the cheerleaders wet

football macht frei
ra-atum
football macht frei
detonated the atom

Commercial Break

it's time to rock and roll
and shoot baal in the hole
as the vaginal spirals
hold the ram of ammon

the hot meat was swollen
between the thighs of the golem
as the blind eye of odin
sat watching her tits

Deep Throat Corndog Caligula

in the valley of the footbaal kings
we eat barbecue boneless chicken wings
the game is on no time to think
flashing cheerleaders sink the pink

morning star and armour treet
necromancy on the toilet seat
the manwich sauce was naturally thick
like the spreading eagles oily slick

pedal to the metal in my ahura mazda
a backward pass to the unseen master
representations of the penis
casting shadows onto venus

handmaidens nibblin' on the big chief's meat
astroturf on the mercy seat
as the goddesses commence lactation
there's nothing wrong with being a mason

the hexagrams are glowing bright
solomons erection in the pale moonlight
crank it up the team just scored
as ants devour the umbilical cord

cheetos forming into hieroglyphs
put the hiram back in your abiff
ejaculated tarantulas
deep throat corndog caligula

i masturbated to the halftime show
horns on the goal toward baals throne
moloch let us be your medium
enter now the footbaal stadium

hand rolled sausage with real cream
occult mantras of the NFL game
the black mirror of the astral feminine
having sex with rexella's skeleton

hail janus double winged
baal is shooting to concentric rings
glistening ovals of the midnight sun
dripping down your cinnamon buns

blood of lamb and the chosen beer
the shaft of baal switches into high gear
cherry pie and the virgin mary
masturbating in the cemetery

the hexagrams are glowing bright
solomons erection in the pale moonlight
crank it up the team just scored
as ants devour the umbilical cord

cheetos forming into hieroglyph
putting the hiram back in your abiff
ejaculated tarantulas
deep throat corndog caligula

Partying With Rock Hard Tutankhamun

penis shaped helmet
of the fish head gods
anointing the shafts
of their divining rods

the sacred ram
is beginning to smolder
breaking the gates
of the pristine vulva

partying with rock hard tutankhamun
lesbians of luxor have lost their hymen
teaching them the measure of the golden mean
fueling up those chambers with his gasoline

partying with rock hard tutankhamun
the pylon of rameses won't be forgotten
the staff of hermes in the goddesses face
blowin' the KA all over the place

put on the helmet of the clitoris
and smear yourself in blood of a pregnant serpent
spill your seed into the skull of a goat
crawl on all fours and cut your own throat

now don't chicken out, it's just begun
the moon is rising for the midnight sun
so hurry up and finish your castration
now you're partying with rock hard tutankhamun

partying with rock hard tutankhamun
lesbians of luxor have lost their hymen
teaching them the measure of the golden mean
fueling up those chambers with his gasoline

partying with rock hard tutankhamun
the pylon of rameses won't be forgotten
the staff of hermes in the goddesses face
blowin' the KA all over the place

now that you are at full erection
it's time to do some astral projection
enter the womb from the base of the spine
follow in the path of the serpentine

embed yourself near the secretions
and soon you will feel the accretions
now wait until you're coated in semen
now you're partying with rock hard tutankhamun

Necromantical Teams

in the beginning there was footbaal
and a bowl of faggot meatballs
and then the cracked bell pepper
hexagram

we're running out of cold ones
better refill the cauldron
for the bull horned god
with the tail of a fish

kickoff from agamemnon
cheerleaders forming an octagon
appearing to me
in human guise

the perfect reproductions
of imperial power
in the topless towers
of ilium

this beer is getting hard again
and it's ready to explode
get into position
necromantical teams

pass those creamy eggs
while they're still running hot
bleed all over me
necromantical teams

have some sausage puffs
pop them in your mouth
got some on your cheek
necromantical teams

fingering the beef
licking the hot sauce
and that bacony twist
necromantical teams

in the high places of moloch
beneath the golden ovary
lamb blood on their door posts
footbaal i believe in you

the poles of the triangle
of the dragoness hexagonal
a point inside a line
of another cheeseburger

get ready to go wide
here comes the punt shot
are you ready to receive?
necromantical teams

the chrysalis unfolded
its soft yolk exploded
as the sliders go down
necromantical teams

and the pretzels were omens
in the way they were woven
i could see the ovum
necromantical teams

her tenders were coming
as the footbaal was summoned
the quarterback came running
necromantical teams

sausage balls and aphrodite
semen stains on a teenage nightie
guess whose risings intersected
the sun's at dawn?

bitten by a blackened scorpion
in the mirror, in a picture of dorian
i'm not practicing necromancy

anymore
anymore
anymore

The Semi-Final Solution

it's time for the incantation
a huddled pact in solomons name

signed in the blood of brainwashed nations
between the breasts marinated in flames
life fluid dripping from the oyster
caught by tongues of the one with no name

we took possession of thee baal
the semi-final solution
double cheese and martial law
the semi-final solution

frito lays and amon-ra
the semi-final solution
mixing with your secret sauce
the semi-final solution

baal leaves the hands of the giver
a wet rub in the sizzle zone
a handoff to the necromancer
we orgasm thy baal in your throne

your meat is soaked, it's getting sloppy
hot punt shot as cheerleaders cream
roast beef glazes the hot salami
in the drive thru of the dairy queen

the meat is on and the team just scored
the semi-final solution
entered through my spinal cord
the semi-final solution

double wings of the southern lord
the semi-final solution
tostitos moving on their own accord
the semi-final solution