Quarantine Boyz get HARD with their 6th major album, 'Satan's Awakening', the satanic hard rock journey of a lifetime! All other metal and rock bands now pale in comparison to this new masterpiece of heavy metal havoc. With 17 evil, angry, angst filled tracks, this album puts any other satanic worship album 666 feet in the dirt. If you want to get closer to our dark lord Satan, this should be the first album you reach for. From top to bottom, this demonic record is non stop heart racing chaos that is guaranteed to send you straight to hell, just for listening to it. So get your asses and ears ready, because they're about to be filled with the musical cum of the greatest rock legends to walk the earth.

"This album should get Quarantine Boyz registered as a terrorist organization." - Joe Rogan

"This album is totally not stock. I would sell my entire art collection again if it meant we could open for Quarantine Boyz on their stadium world tour." - Lars Ulrich

"I listened to this album on 7.5 grams of mushrooms and saw the darkest depths of Hell with my own eyes, and it was fucking beautiful." - Anthony 'The Needle Drop' Fantano 

"This album changed my mind about a lot of things." - Jesus H. Christ

Tormented Tribulations of Tartarus (Humpty Dumpty and C-Section)

feat. Lil Bo Peep, SLATE, B-Job, Humpty Dumpty, C-Section, Garbage Man & DJ YEN

Words:

Chorus -
Pop me a percky, then eat some beef jerky
I don't feel my body, not working im squirting

Lil Bo Peep -
Lil bo peep grab the mic take charge
Ballin on your ass call me mothafuckin sarge
I used to roast saatchi now im gettin hella large
My bitch hair blue and she yellow like marge
Beef jerky dry unlike my bank account
Squirting and working yo bitch ass on discount
Pop me a percky then pop me some jerky
I dont give a shit cuz im thomas like percy

SLATE -
So what we pop perckies
No nut it's not working 
Your bars are beef turkey 
My bars are beef jerky
Puss up cant duck us
We buttchuggin 
Good luck bud 
San Ramon sucks fuck

B Job -
You try but can't fuck us
Keep licking my buttplugs
Just gimme that jerky
Make sure its not turkey
Jerky knocked me on my ass
Got me snorting fiberglass
Chomp my teeth on that beef 
Smoke some keef sleep all week
You know i got a hand saw
Ill chop your fuckin hands off
I have no afflictions
Just give me prescriptions
without those restrictions
don’t need your descriptions

Humpty Dumpty -
Walk outside in ma waterproof slippers
Drink a green shake and pull some ass rippers
Go for my run and break down my body
Slurp on some switch and dookie alotty
Shovel some beans from a glass tupperware
Squirtin my britches that shit aint frickin rare
My protein consumption be runnin real high
My tighty whities be like a damn slip-n-slide

C-Section - 
Body not working, I think I’m gonna die
Jerky in the mouth, I’m goin bye bye
HMOD in the cut, C-Section on the mic
Percky in my blood, shit drippin down my thigh
I’m early like birdy
To catch you like wormy
I’ll eat you like kirby
Best call an attorney

Garbage Man -
Driftin from the feds Got the perky don’t be lurky
Carpet bomb the tichies gonna start with Dick Nixy 
Chillun on a perky got my vision feelin Urkely
That’s right I got the cash I’m a mothafucken booky

Lil Bo Peep -
Ridin in berkeley hmod give no mercy
My blicky get murky hunt you like a turkey
Stackin deez bans and i'm wearin my vans
Yo bitch kiss my ass and you poopoo yo pans
Poopoo in your pants then you finna get the melee
Poopoo in your pants like a jerry brown sorbet
I'm a boss ass brapper and today is thursday
Lil bo peep fuck yo bitch erry thursday

DJ YEN -
Fuck all the cops
Fuck all the ops
Niggas aint 
Givin you doughnots

Chorus

Beef Jerky

feat. C-Section, Lil Bo Peep, SLATE, and B-Job
DJ YEN appears on ad libs

Words:

Chorus -
Draino in my eyes yall
Caught me sippin lysol
Got a wish to die yall
Windex mixed with Pine-sol

Draino in my eyes yall
Caught me sippin lysol
Got a wish to die yall
Windex mixed with Pine-sol

C-Section -
Check the cabinet and what do i find
Some bomb ass shit to get me high
Bitch im fucken lifted off these cleanin supplies
Got that double cup and its full of some tide

Bitch my shit be prophylactic
Down some soft scrub and do a backflip
Hit my sippy cup and it's filled with fantastik
Feelin hella dizzy and i'm actin erratic

Huffin oxy clean feelin silly for days
Rest in peace to my man billy mays
Shouts out to shout this shit put me in a haze 
Multi surface cleaner keep me ganging always 

I'm a swiffer sniffer
You a pickle picker
I'm like jack the ripper
On these aseptic elixirs

Lil Bo Peep  -
I’m fuckin tweaked off dat lysol, dat pine sol
Sippin 409 with the Methanol
Crippin dime on the keef then I mix in some drywall
Needle fulla clorox and I put it in my eyeball

Slurp that purp like fabuloso
Herbs that make me trip they aint got shit on vaseline though
Might ship my ass to Tijuana Hood Milk Peligroso
Oxi Clean stain juice got me feelin like a sideshow

Chorus

SLATE -
Clorox, chlorine, or chlorophyll 
Morphine, more than a fiend 
Sporting gats like robocop 
My cats are hecking C-Section, Yen, Bo Peep and B-J 
Paint cans and spray paint inhale it everyday
Gang everyway gang out the subway
Stank like the propane
Eat a bitch up like its chow mein 
Ranch plugs where's my bag of nugs ta sniff it straight
Swallow a casket case of rubbermaid 
Monday to sunday we up late shooting veins levitate  
Who's to say we shouldn't sniff cleaning sprays 
Hmod looking dead like mj the AK will pop any cop in my way
Shop for some antibacterial rapping delirium
 Lysol in my cereal poopy lookin runny still

B-Job -
Pack a bowl
Pack it full
Smoke it whole
Then we’ll roll
I can get ya
Vitamins 
Minerals
Die tonight 
Cynical
Vicodin huh?
409
In my mind
Going blind
So sublime 
Start to black out
Huffing pledge
On the edge 
Turning vegg
Dead in bed
Can't go back now

Chorus

SwifferSniffers

feat. DJ YEN, B-Job, SLATE and Lil Bo Peep

Words:

Chorus - 
Fuck a Notre Dame fuck a Notre Dame
Let it burn in flames let it burn in flames

DJ YEN -
Fuck a notre dame fuck a notre dame
Notre dame more like notre lame
A nigga named me boutta get some brain
Cause when it’s hot i'm boutta spit these flames
Damn cuz how’d you get burned twice nigga?
Sorry I don’t got any ice to give ya
Fuck a notre dame fuck a notre dame
Fuck the ops too let em burn in flames
Hail to the switch notre fuck off ay
HMOD takin aim HMOD takin aim
I'm sorry Paris, I’m sorry France
But yall niggas do love eatin ass
So fuck a notre dame put that shit to shame
You aren’t really great go the fuck away

B-Job -
Fuck a fuck a
Fuck a Notre Dame feel no pain 
For this stained glass pain in the ass 
Backward hunk of junk high class
Painstation brain takin blame placin
Shame makin me wanna puke 
On the pew in front of 
Jesus
Please us
You’re here to appease us
We’re burning churches
Cause they were never worth it

Chorus

SLATE -
Alright ya heard the name it’s HMOD baby
We take no shots they aint hot
Oh wait, I think i’m on oh i’m on
Thank god HMOD my squad we all just drop
Bible in my way, burn it anyway, church is lame
Even notre dame, bitch I got the flames
Wocka flocka flame in the paint 
Blicky got no aim for heaven’s fucken sake
I’m gonna roll a J, smoke notre dame’s flames

Lil Bo Peep -
Maim a notre dame bitch lil bo my name
Church gon break yo brain and make you go insane
Perched up on a crane I awake the flame
Search to make a blame ops aint got a name
 
Fuck a notre dame bullet through yo brain
And fuck a catholic priest put they ass to shame
Fuckin on the dame ima run a train
Fuckin all these bitches HMOD run a train

Burnin all the art makin ash from frames
2 hunnid cash from start like a earning game
Too blunted off the hash forgot the target name
Oh yeah that dumbass church they call it notre dame

Chorus

NOTRE DAME DISS

feat. B-Job, Lil Bo Peep, Garbage Man & SLATE

Words:

Chorus -
Yeah we dummy lit
Windows run like shit
Blicky help me blip
Shots never miss
Tay-K really missed

B-Job -
Who’s coming? Its B Job
Im leading a  free mob
Im tipped like a seesaw
And spittin for HMOD

Yo Dick like a tic tac
Get sick off a six pack
Not talkin bout pancakes 
I'll show you my thick stacks

Your products they all trash
They can’t even wipe my ass
So you don’t deserve a pass
Finna smoke you like some grass

Your plans start out pretty 
But end up all shitty
Like government mandates
H Hunt and G Liddy

Abusin and usin people below you as a means
To an end need no friend just gotta catch the fuckin dream of
Perusing and choosing from whatever you can scream
Never mend and pretend we’re not splitting at the seam
Night night, sleep tight imma see you in yo dreams 
All right big fright then you poopoo in yo jeans
Windows too broke sick of all these blue screens 
Then those CEOs all make off like rich fiends

Chorus

Lil Bo Peep -
Error, its lil bo again, here to make terror
Bearer of the bad news, windows disrepairer
I fucked a notre dame, HMOD trial but no error
This computer ackin all retarded, got me feelin like a carer

Got that Windows 10 operating system, but listen
Lookin out the window, bill gates, smoke em wait you missed em
Took another benzo, guess i'm stressed about the business
Snooki lookin gonzo, best get dressed blackout take minutes

Im slappin and clappin, bill gates we caught yo ass nappin
Shit, windows crashed again, you know that shit be laggin
Lit, weirdos cashin in, two hoes lil bo be passionate
We pull up and we smashin it, Roll a blunt we passin it

Skirt a bitch my head straight, HMOD fuckin wit the abstinence 
Crashin on the calculator pluggin on the abacus
Smashin up a monitor, this system far from excellence 
Bashin on the 1% might fist em into exodus

Chorus

Garbage Man -
This bitch Bezos don’t pay his taxes 
Square up Jeff ima knock off your glasses
HMOD very hard gonna cow tip his rockets
My bullet through his windows blow up his sockets
Hey Waltons, guess who’s next
Hood milk overdose finna break all your necks
I poopoo in his toilet and clog it I wanna spoil it!
Poopoo dancin at his crib HMOD finna soil it

SLATE -
Steve jobs bitch I'll skeet off on your gravestone 
We based hoe told the god Bezo 
Boutta get chopped my choppa hold too many clips 
Notre dame yea we diss 
Windows take a shit 
Ceo reek of hoe 
Pee pee flow 
Wee wee peep peep bo

My mic on check I size up Jeff 
Suite life on deck 
HMOD hack job jack off rap god's 
Tim cook a mascot pills cook my last thought 
Fill books with HMOD were classic 
IPhones are for assheads 
Hans Vestberg stinks turds
Absurd squirt on Doug parker 
Tony starker HMOD some monsters

HMOD.EXE

feat. Lil Bo Peep & B-Job

Words:

Chorus -
Huffin on dat butt hash
Gimme poopy moustache
Jenkem cost me no cash
Came out of me own ass

Lil Bo Peep -
Jenkem jam an im jumpy in the castle
Poopy in the bottle from my tiny lil asshole
Poopy peepee smelly wit a nasty stinky weenie
Gimme a sniffy sniffy im becoming space genie

Im fartin bars errybody play your mothafuckin guitars
I'm feelin like a box of cigars on mars
Barred out on the bars snorting on da farts
Farts up in the barts these bitches get 2 stars

Hol on, back up, chill out i whip my dick out
Hol on, shut up, smoke the crack up whip my gun out
Eleven eleven penises like 7 eleven 
Eleven year old sell me poop gas from heaven

Snort it up in my nose feel it in my toes
Feel it in my tippy toes i'm feelin like a french toast
I'm on that poop dick stinky butt penis flows
Don't come to my shows STAY AWAY FROM MY SHOWS

Audio video masterrrrr
We got that Audio video master someone gimme a remasterrrr
Brown around town brown my pants around town
Crowdin downtown mofuckas poopoo dance around

Ikea furniture sale shoppingggg
Table for my coffee don't tell me to stopping
Shoppin in the hood now these asscheeks be sopping
Them doodoos be ploppin lil bo peep wit hmod be flocking

Chorus

B-Job -
Too far to quit
Got my jar of shit
Huff it real quick
An get it over witt

I Spit in my hands 
While i shit in my pants
But i poopoo dance
Cuz i'm stuck in a trance

I take a woft 
And cum while i’m soft
Pop my brain off
And I can't stop

breathing up that poopoo
That sweet sweet honey doodoo
We gotta thank the brew crew
For Fermenting all that spew stew

Jenkems my new inner sanctum
Thot i popped off but i blanked em
Used to have yachts but i sank em
Didn’t like tots so i spanked em

We’re the last generation
The high off sewage nation
We’re buyin all the masons
Fill with dookie stick your face in

Chorus

Jenkem Jam

feat. SLATE the Kid and Lil Bo Peep

Words:

SLATE the Kid -
Mic check
I rock the mic properly 
Ain't nobody stopping me 
Why don't you get off my dick 
Cause you’re a wanna-be 
Everybody wanna say they got it 
But they ain't really get this shit popping 
Not like slate the kid 
Everybody know my shit 
Everybody wanna hit 
Woke up one morning 
Took it now we scoring 
I ain't really balling 
But I'm Michael Jordan
Talking all my shit 
Boy you better stop it 
Yeah you know I rock it 
Yeah you know I got a rocket 
Rapping so good 
Feel like I'm logic 
Got the white boy flow 
Yeah you know how it go 
I think I'm a prophet 
Or better yet a god bitch 
I see y'all talking 
Boy better get to walking 
Before my choppa start chopping 
Y'all don't want the smoke with me 
Cause I know Lil Bo Peep B 
And HMOD shitting on yo team see 
Don't it stank 
Yea we dank 
Run a train on yo momma cause I can 
Got her number hit her up with a xan 
Cane in the lean cooking spam
Kicking rhymes on a dime like damn 
You a square how you dare test me fool 
You a pawn got the same I'm a lamb dude 

Gotta go off when it drop 
Fuck a cop super thot 
Doobie doc smelly box
Got two dicks big pisser never miss
I'm the shit you a turd 
I'mma bitch wanna flirt
Kiss my ass lick it first
Rhyming raps so funky fresh 
I need DJ Jazzy Jeff 
MCs best protect ya neck 
Cause I don't give a fricken heck 
Disrespect ya I'll intent I'm real legitimate 
Knocking at the front door got two blunts 
And y'all already coming back for more? 
Bite my rhymes take my style that's okay 
Cause it ain't yours anyways
Man oh man I'm Dapper Dan 
Slappers on deck like Lil John Van Dam 
Gang coming up with a dukie and a dance 
Do em dirty like the Wu Tang Clan 
Fuck em up cause I got two hands 
Run it up count funds got bands 
Y'all don't want me man 
Wassup? Wassup? 
How you doin? How you doin?

Who's That Kid

feat. Lil Bo Peep, SLATE, Humpty Dumpty and C-Section

How To Iguantu

Trunk Bumpin Muffler Huffers

feat. C-Section

an anthem for the quarantine age dedicated to our favorite little stinker and his yum yums

A Song About How Colby Loves Taco Bell

feat. B-Job, Lil Bo Peep and Humpty Dumpty

words:
Fuck a bitch on my tractor
She's my sister but it aint a factor
We share blood but ill still blast er
I don't even need to ask er
brains were leather yours be pleather
Don't shoot yer shit the country's better
Your city life can take a hike won't let my sister be my wife
Im shittin in my pants while im tendin to my ranch
I think ya know my stance cuz the Trumpster he's my mans
Imma fuck yer wife and have yer kids look up to me
Im a red blooded country boy and im always gonna be
Got my horse with a saddle while im wrangling my cattle
Daddy told me not to tattle or he'd hit me with a paddle

Ridin on horseback
Straight to the whore shack
Sleep in my poor sack
While sippin on my jack
Whipin my dick out
Pissin in my mouth
Swishin it a round
Then swallerin it down

Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin assler
Drinkin my beer ass first
Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin ass ass lur

Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin assler
Drinkin my beer ass first
Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin ass ass lur

im a real bad cracker
on my flag and on my pastor
eat my cousins ass and 
it shittin like a blaster
eat dat fat ass
chew dat shit up like a master
we so honky tonk
squirtin poop like a disaster
darn some good vag
got a fat cock with a badge
on a fat cop dick
wit dat ass like a snatch
wanna go mcdonalds big mac
wit da strap
booty so fat 
officer call dispatch

fuck a mask
masks are for losers
coronas a myth
made up by the doomers
i read the other day on 4chan
that the vaccine will be demonic poison
get that crap the frick away from me
im not about to catch a mental illness disease
coronavirus sounds like a lie they spin
dang ol fable made up by the chinamen
id rather have sex with my neice
than spend my frickin time worryin bout a dumb old disease
and fuck that summer school
my daughter aint learnin bout the earth global cool
why the frick do we hesitate
to end the lives of followers of yates
thats right i’m talkin vaccinators 
school nurses teachers and ventilators 
those frickin dang suckers are bad
we oughta send em all off to WAD
thats warehouse for anarchists and demons
where they pump you full of gods semen

Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin assler
Drinkin my beer ass first
Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin ass ass lur

Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin assler
Drinkin my beer ass first
Trappin in my tractor
Suckin off my pastor
Im a stinkin ass ass lur

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