Rampage of the Fat Bearded Lady
Brutal death metal , avante-garde metal, Symphonic Black Metal, Deep gutteral Death Growling Vocals, Goregrind, Brutal Sludge, Swedish chainsaw brutality, heavy grinding riffs, brutal death metal 1990s, death and roll, Guitar scooped mid-range, high gain, and high treble,Guitars Tuned to Drop G (G-D-G-C-F-A ), Tremolo Picking, shredding, screaming riffs, Bass Follows Guitars Closely, Reverb, Heavy, Groovy, Keyboards, Synths, Relentless double bass, Relentless Blast beats
Rampage of the Fat Bearded Lady
Brutal death metal , avante-garde metal, Symphonic Black Metal, Deep gutteral Death Growling Vocals, Goregrind, Brutal Sludge, Swedish chainsaw brutality, heavy grinding riffs, brutal death metal 1990s, death and roll, Guitar scooped mid-range, high gain, and high treble,Guitars Tuned to Drop G (G-D-G-C-F-A ), Tremolo Picking, shredding, screaming riffs, Bass Follows Guitars Closely, Reverb, Heavy, Groovy, Keyboards, Synths, Relentless double bass, Relentless Blast beats
Lyrics
**Verse 1**
Under the big top, the lanterns burn red,
A hush hits the crowd as she lumbers ahead—
Six feet of fury, with a beard crusted brown,
Her apron stitched from clown skins, her cleaver drips down...
The ringmaster trembles, his whip split in two,
She giggles through razors, "*Now... let’s start with YOU.*"
**Verse 2**
She charges the stalls, teeth gnashing like saws,
Ribs crack in her grip, guts slither like worms.
A child drops his popcorn—she stomps on his head,
Brains burst like a melon, the tent floor turns red.
Her beard whips like serpents, wraps tight ‘round a throat,
She yanks—*pop*—a spine out, still twitching in tow.
**Chorus**
* The Fat Bearded Lady’s got a circus to paint!*
*Splatter the canvas, scream, but you ain’t—*
*Gonna flee her meat grinders, her carnival gore,*
*She’ll hang your remains on the Ferris wheel’s core!*
*Run, run, but the tents have no doors...*
**Verse 3**
The strongman’s dumbbells? She shoves ‘em down throats,
Eyeballs pop from sockets, float bloody and broke.
The trapeze twins swing—she snips both their wires,
They plunge into sawblades, their screams fuel the pyre.
She stuffs popcorn boxes with fingers and tongues,
“*Refreshments are FREE!*” she croons, lungs filled with rot.
**Verse 4**
The lion tamer’s next—she rips off his jaw,
Feeds it to big cats while they purr in her paw.
Her cleavage’s a hive—wasps swarm from her breasts,
They burrow through ears, lay eggs in your chest.
The bearded bride cackles, waltzes through the slaughter,
Her waltz leaves a trail of minced sons and daughters.
**Chorus**
*The Fat Bearded Lady’s got a circus to paint!*
*Splatter the canvas, scream, but you ain’t—*
*Gonna flee her meat grinders, her carnival gore,*
*She’ll hang your remains on the Ferris wheel’s core!*
*Run, run, but the tents have no doors...*
**Verse 5**
The fire-eater’s torch lights her beard up in flames,
She bashes his skull in, licks brain off the chains.
The ticket booth’s flooded with bile and with teeth,
She peels off her face—what’s beneath’s just decay.
Her stomach splits open, a furnace of pus,
She shovels in patrons, "*You’ll ALL become US!*"
**Verse 6**
The crowd’s now a carpet of organs and hair,
She threads a new tent from their sinews with care.
The carousel horses are strung up like meat,
Their hollowed-out bellies store faces she’s skinned.
She slurps down a cocktail of sewage and veins,
Then belches a hurricane of maggots and plague.
**Chorus**
*The Fat Bearded Lady’s got a circus to paint!*
*Splatter the canvas, scream, but you ain’t—*
*Gonna flee her meat grinders, her carnival gore,*
*She’ll hang your remains on the Ferris wheel’s core!*
*Run, run, but the tents have no doors...*
**Outro**
Midnight—the grounds bubble, blood-oil and flies,
Her beard’s grown a mile, it strangles the skies.
The Ferris wheel creaks, wrapped in rot and in screams,
Each seat holds a corpse stitched from circus folk seams.
She curls in the center, her womb spewing rats,
Licks rust off her cleaver... *the show’s never past.*