Hostis Humani Generis

by Dirty Mike & The Boys

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    This is the 2nd release by these Los Angeles based hooligans. More of the same creepy hesh punk that you have come to expect from these assholes! BE SURE TO DOWNLOAD YOUR COVER FILE AND LYRIC SHEET PDF FILES! These 4 songs will appear on the upcoming split cassette release with good pals DESTROY THE HUMANS from Argentina. Underground label maniacs Witness Hell Productions will be putting this cassette out in December 2013. To order the actual cassette, go to: wabarrionuevo@yahoo.com.ar

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released October 18, 2013

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Dirty Mike & The Boys Los Angeles, California

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Current and former members of: Phobia, Gasp, Worshorse, Cobra Venom, Progeria, Mange, CB5, Gravehill, D.I.S., Purgatory's Gate and other bands decided to get together and make some creepy noise. Not for the weak of heart, or those who are into avant, core, prog, this, that or the other. Simple punked out lunacy is all we are about ... more

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Track Name: 30 Pack and a Bottle of Jack
30 PACK AND A BOTTLE OF JACK
Double fisted mayhem, 30 fucking deep.
Throw in a bottle of Jack. Here comes a total creep!
Monster like Godzilla, worse than King Kong.
Soothe my pain away. Party way past dawn.
Dawn! Time to puke. Dawn! Time to puke.
30 PACK AND A BOTTLE OF JACK. GOTTA DRINK SOME MORE.
30 PACK AND A BOTTLE OF JACK. TIME TO GO TO THE STORE.
30 ice cold beers, what a sight to see.
Can't forget Uncle Jack. He's been good to me.
Day turns into night, I'm running out of booze.
Beer & Whiskey all gone. Time to sing the blues.
Dawn! Time to puke. Dawn! Time to puke.
30 PACK AND A BOTTLE OF JACK. GOTTA DRINK SOME MORE.
30 PACK AND A BOTTLE OF JACK. TIME TO GO TO THE STORE.
Track Name: Shithead Island
SHITHEAD ISLAND
A place where the assholes grow. Tons of people you don't want to know.
More morons than trees. So many fuck tards, you won't believe.
Shithead. Shithead ISLAND. Shithead. Shithead ISLAND.
King & Queen dumb as bricks. The people are stupid pricks.
Dumb asses dropped like a bomb. The Island to themselves, an idiot's dawn.
Shithead. Shithead ISLAND. Shithead. Shithead ISLAND.
Track Name: The Stall of Dale
THE STALL OF DALE
Rumble in the bronx, in this Cal-Berkely hell.
Going to the john, that he knew so well.
Dale was his name and he had to go.
Soups was his game and his ass was gonna blow.
All the stalls he checked, were locked and getting wrecked.
Except this perfect spot, or perfect so he thought.
As Dale drops some loads, he hears this fucking choad.
Playing 5 against 1, all moaning up a ton.
Jerking until blind, paying the smell of shit no mind.
Dale is sick with the creep, but he makes no fucking peep.
Time to wipe and leave, he gives his shorts a heave.
Change flies in the stall, his money takes a fall.
As Dale looks at the floor, a hand comes under the door.
Sticky and hairy mitt, grabs at the change in creepy fits.
Dale fucking freaks, runs for daylight without a peek.
Time to ditch this room and this stall of shitty doom.
STALL OF DALE! (repeat 3X)
Track Name: Midnight Madness (On the Freeway of Death)
MIDNIGHT MADNESS(ON THE FREEWAY OF DEATH)
Aimless on the freeway of death. Where to go? No road is left.
Red lights, traffic jam. Bumper to bumper, now I get mad.
Just want to fucking go home. 1 lane and I know I'm not alone.
Cones of death have to beware. I'm riding out on a tear.
Midnight Madness on the Freeways of Death(repeat 3X)
The freeway has too many pricks. Time to drive like a dick.
Shove that turn signal up your ass. No fucker, you can't pass.
Road rage in it's nest form. Middle fingers, honking horns.
Just want to go home and sleep. 1 hour to drive 100 feet.
Midnight Madness on the Freeways of Death(repeat 3X)
101, 91, 405. 710, 22, 105. The fucking 5, 60, 55. 10, 210, 605.
All of these freeways can fucking die! (repeat 3X)