down in the caves at the end of the surf the weredude slobbered and gave radical birth goreshack was born despoiled despotic the new kings of gore and all that s necrotic every june 21st it appears on the beach the shack made of flesh where blood always seeps they say that the five come and go as they please dragging hipsters to the shore as they prepare to feed playing a righteous blend of chronic surf death they raped all the shore with their stinky fuckin breath they plotted the death of all the hipsters who whined sweater metal only man no more goregrind every summer night when the goreshack sleeps they giggle under the spell of a unified dream they grind bitches into meat and cheer when they scream watch zombie movies all night and pause on the titty scenes hanging with terrorizer barbecue in the back the dudes from repulsion munch on fresh zombie snacks this isn t a dream as a matter of fact we sleepwalk and snore while we hack we are the goreshack ghouls and we slaughter fools we ll cut you right open while we chug on our brews we blast and we shred until you weep and you cry moshing and rocking is what we do while you die intestines on hooks bones litter the ground megadeth blares and drowns the screams out you better fuckin rage now that goreshack is here so put on some carcass and grab yourself a beer our brutal boards and bright blue shorts will make you fucking scream because once we re done and we ve had our fun you ll be dying just to leave but if you re not a douche bag you have nothing to fear grab a chunk of zombie flesh to munch on with your beer yeah we slash up assholes but if you re thrashing you re the shit grab the shoulders of your friends and jump into our pit every summer night when the goreshack shakes some posers got hacked but those are the breaks of course they were eaten and beers got chugged and some newly undead ladies pulled out their jugs that s when we all cheered and shit got raw then the sheriff showed up but that bitch is paid off he just stood motionless frozen in dread he knows if he did shit we d saw off his head we are the goreshack ghouls and we slaughter fools we ll cut you right open while we chug on our brews we blast and we shred until you weep and you cry moshing and rocking is what we do while you die it s useless to run once you ve heard that crazy laugh you can bet your fucking ass we ll slice you right in half the posers had died out and now all that remained were stank ass werezombies who thrashed and ate brains 