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{TCE-087}

Recreational Episiotomy presents:
HUNT THEM FOR FUN!
SMASH THEM FOR LAUGHS!

The first full-length album since .... the last one ... uhhhm ... it was years ago ... anyway

Absurdcore lovers of the world, unite - you have nothing to lose but your lunch. Download includes 2 bonus tracks, a dozen panels of artwork, photography, lyrics, and more - including the original full "gatefold" version of the perplexingly grotty cover art! Not to mention scads of all-new rancid poetry set to lo-fi jumpcutcomedymetal!

Songs About:
• necrophilia
• a really big hammer that smells like horse piss
• great sex
• Billy Joel
• why anime sucks
• time-traveling in the knee-to-ear pose
• Lynndie England
• pitching a Star Wars spinoff to Samuel L. Jackson
• "Pony Up Daddy"
• reimagining Ovid's Metamorphoses as porno
• alcoholism - the pros and cons
• drugs - the pros and cons
• church burning with people inside - the pros and cons
• a messy bedroom
• five more serial killers: Andrei Chikatilo, Juan Vallejo Corona, Fritz Honka, Herbert Mullin, and Arthur Shawcross
• retired athletes doing commercials
• complaining from beyond the grave
• theists being wrong
• demonic possession of the inner ear
• filming an abortion in 3-D
• snowboarders
• food poisoning
• Whitney Houston (again)
• a hallucinating ballerina
• getting dumped by a shithead
• a woman giving herself an episiotomy just for fun (again)
AND
• a slice of life that goes like, "Oh shit! His arms fell off and his head is half gone -- but his goddamned dick's still hard!!"



all songs by RecEpis except #4 (The Frogs); #21 & #34 (co-written with Noah Nelson); #28 (Dion McGregor); and featured verse on #43 by Emac

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released December 31, 2017

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Track Name: The Honk-A Honk-A Burnin' Fritz Fan Club
THE HONK-A HONK-A BURNIN' WHORES FAN CLUB

Store-bought rosewater won't conceal your laziness
when alcohol deadens the senses
Your dead head tooth
That aged fruit
Is too sweet to resist
even despite the risk -
Despite the risk of having your cock bitten off
Track Name: Cleanup on Aisle Hitler
CLEANUP ON AISLE HITLER

Back by diapers
There's an angry customer who's old
He knocked over that display of Kosher pickle jars
All over the floor
Acted like it didn't happen
Then he shuffled away
Track Name: Machete Magpie
MACHETE MAGPIE

It's a forty-hour cycle
Workin' on the farm
Magpie with machete and a pretty little crown
Ciclo de cuarenta horas para la coronita
Track Name: Orgy Morgue
ORGY MORGUE

I get engorge-y
Lots to leer at here at the orgy morgue!
Hot, a cadaver!! Gotta have her now!
There's a funeral in my pants - you're invited
Slip into post-mortem lapdance - so excited
Ferret through the dirt - life snuffed out, lust ignited
Circle of life
Where me erection?!
Orgy morgue-in' bring resurrection to mein organ
Naked morticians
We arrange stiffs in wild positions then we change shifts
Dead sexy on arrival
Some fun
That one I wanna
(Vitals: none)
She was a goner
Panties, bra, skull
That's how I wan' 'er
Her pulse rate null
Give it a fair chance (Think I'm necro?)
¿Dónde estás, pants? (...you're correcto)
Teen semen-stained jeans mate? well, that remains to be creamed
WOW!
Rotten cadaver!!
Twat 'n' lather now!
Everybody grab a body
You so naughty
Circle of life
Track Name: Majorette Smoke
MAJORETTE SMOKE

I like my women like I like my cigarettes
Long and pale with an orange-red top
I can't go through quite as many as I used-ta
but I can pack a lot in that little box

I like to kick back and have one to just relax
It's hard to say no if I'm drunk and if I've got 'em
I always pull the plug of cotton out the one end
Sometimes they drop little brown bits out their bottom

I always make sure that my box is never empty
light them on fire then I put them in my mouth
The freezer'd keep 'em fresh but I go through 'em quickly
my heel grinds 'em on the ground to put them out

So how does woman differ from my cigarette?
Well, I'm using one of them to kill myself
if that's the case, then what about the other set?
I'm killing them so I can use them by myself
Track Name: Interior Johnny Horton Alligator
INTERIOR JOHNNY HORTON ALLIGATOR

Black powder packed up an alligator rectum
INTERIOR JOHNNY HORTON ALLIGATOR
Fucked Alabamans squall: "Suck on a cannonball!"
INTERIOR JOHNNY HORTON ALLIGATOR
Fire in the dire oven, fully disrespect 'im
INTERIOR JOHNNY HORTON ALLIGATOR
Suddenly he headed west - left to find his therapist
JOHNNY HORTON ALLIGATOR
AIDS
Track Name: No Woman On Earth (Wears a Wig on the Moon)
NO WOMAN ON EARTH (WEARS A WIG ON THE MOON)

Ain' no woman ever wore a wig on the moon
'at's a pukin' antelope - it's inopportune
Ain' no up or down, my Chunk-Elope'll debunk
Rope-a-duck an' dunk a dopey duke - FUCK THE POPE!
Track Name: Two Chainsaws (Burger King)
TWO CHAINSAWS (BURGER KING)

Got two chainsaws, runnin' through the Burger King
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Track Name: Quick Suck McFuck
QUICK SUCK McFUCK

Steak on the bone
Steady stuffin' dick in 'er dome
I'm suffering from a considerable loss of semen
Track Name: Tactless Caliber
TACTLESS CALIBER

What doesn't permanently leave festering burn scars on your penis
Only makes it stronger
Stronger!
Track Name: Sing (The Die Song)
SING (THE DIE SONG)

Sizzle sizzle, Herbert
Please tell this ol' pervert
why you insist on claptrapping me?
Stoner Eagle Eyes, askin' evil guys:
could you legalize my LSD?

Queer dichotomies of clear duality
The shit like memorabilia shrine for Dean
So, controlled to murder
Voices told me further
This would hold the Earth hurt-free, you see

On the felt was awesome
Sang "the Die Song" often
Rolled the dice on watchin' misery
Once St. Mary's guest, and I must confess
that I put to rest Father Henri

Now it's only problems
Mullin' over options
No thanks to the judiciary
2025 is just about when I'll have finally regained my sanity
Track Name: Alcoholics From Outer Space
ALCOHOLICS FROM OUTER SPACE

Fuck!
Fuck, let's fuck! Fuck, let's scream! Scream fuck let's...
... gobble in a bed of money, wobble in a sweaty honey pot pot pot
Rub a lot of Sodom in a gritty little chancrous sub-plot plot plot
Ball an alcoholic on a sofa cushion an' leave it to rot rot rot
ALKIES FROM OUTER SPACE?
Fuck, let's fuck! Fuck, let's cry! Fuck, let's writhe!!
Twitchin' and a-fuckin' and a-suckin' and a-bitchin', cannae stop stop stop
Cum on ev'ry surface in the house, a doused an' sticky table top top top
See inebriawesome turn into a party worm and rock a mop mop mop
WATCH HER TURN RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE.
Fuck, let's cry! Fuck, let's writhe! Shit, let's die!!!!
Zipper rippin' hypocrites, a pisser panzer-gina set to pop pop pop
Federali wannabes, the coroner's a foreigner, and hop hop hop
go tha buns, the ones to hunt for fun and smash for laughs a la le cop cop cop
Fakin' makin' bacon, god forsaken, take a wad o' weenus, go go go
Yummy, some aluminum! Inhalin' up-and-at-'em, wh- wh- whoa whoa whoa
Crawl up on a trollop, back 'er up 'n' smack 'er wollop-packer - bop bop bop
Track Name: Neon Sweat II: The Return of Drug Skeleton
NEON SWEAT II: THE RETURN OF DRUG SKELETON

You tried to speak after you phoned to ask me what I know about these things
please don't have your lonely heart call me

I don't feel the heat
in fact, it's sort of mild
and I refuse to leave the future to a child
Feel me, Teach?

You'd have to speak like Mister MicroMachines
If you tried to say a prayer with ev'ry heartbeat, Whitney
or your prayer'd have to fit a fortune in a fucking cookie

please don't feel the heat....
The children will not lead
and I cannot believe that your sense of pride will succeed and survived intact but for a crack
Track Name: Up to the Wrists in Gullibility / Fuck You and Your Weeaboo Nosebleed
FUCK YOU AND YOUR WEEABOO NOSEBLEED

Fuck you and your weeaboo nosebleed
Fuck you and your weeaboo nosebleed
Fuck you and your weeaboo nosebleed
Fuck you and your scorpion pee pee
Fuck you and your scorpion pee pee
Fuck you and your scorpion pee pee
Track Name: Gesticular Dancer
GESTICULAR DANCER

Glancing to the sound up in the choir
Answering a round of friendly fire
Dancing to convey a qualifier
Canceling the greatest balls of ire
Chancing on connection to downed wires
Blench upon reflection
You're town crier
Squirreling away

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations
Baptize them in the name of the Smurf and of the Popeye and of the Jerry Lewis
Teach them to obey all I have commanded

Choir's singing louder and they're drinking
Firing the questions, straight, unblinking
Liars qualify their wishful thinking
Higher up, the options are all shrinking
Wiring connections and cross-linking
Siring the ones who learn by sinking
Deferral on display
Track Name: Jenny Jackass Begs For Fire
JENNY JACKASS BEGS FOR FIRE

Wake up in the future
Your home is a prison
TannenbaummmmmmMENSCH!
That infinite sing-song
The global opinion
The peak of the fuckpile
That sandman of the Caribbean
Track Name: Ex-Bucket
EX-BUCKET

I kicked the bucket, bitch!
My toe got broke on your bucket!!
Track Name: Free Tickets To The Lesopolosa Festival / I Write Rock Operas On The Toilet
FREE TICKETS TO THE LESOPOLOSA FESTIVAL

Caution is supplanted by the need
Frozen with involuntary seed
Water on the brain
The image in the eyes

I WRITE ROCK OPERAS ON THE TOILET

We don't need more defecation
Coming from your speaking hole
No “Dark Star” spasms in the bathroom
Bitch ass you leave that shit alone
All you are is just another [ tile in the floor ]
All you are is just another [ tile in the floor ]
All you are is just another
[ tile in the floor ]
Track Name: Ricin Tapas
RICIN TAPAS

Bison's number two
Ricin tapas for you
This food..... ain't half bad
Track Name: Snakes On Whatever Mace Windoo's Ship Was Called
SNAKES ON WHATEVER MACE WINDOO'S SHIP WAS CALLED

Well, I got this other one idea for you -
if you're sure you want to pass on the first script...?
Here goes: it's
"Snakes on Whatever-the-Name-of-Mace-Windoo's-ship-was-Back-in-the-Prequel-Episode-I-Forget-Which"
Track Name: Messiarrhea
MESSIARRHEA

Roses are rose
Violets are violet
There is no god
and a dog is my pilot
Track Name: Holy Smoke
HOLY SMOKE

I got news for you, people
From the pews to the steeple
To the cross on the roof
You are not fire-proof
TIME TO LIGHT YOUR FAITH!
Boom d'boo-dop, holy smoke
Liar, liar
Pants and socks and shoes and shirt and hat and briefs and not to mention wife and children
EV'RYTHING'S AFLAME!!
Boom d'boo-dop, holy smoke
I swear t'god your life's a joke
I barbecue you churchly folk
and where there's fire you'll see me stroke an ARSON HARD-ON
ARSON HARD-ON!!
Boom d'boo-dop, holy fuckin' smoke
Track Name: Valentine Ordinaire
VALENTINE ORDINAIRE

This - all this speculative utopia -
This narrative of my contentment -
This could have been my life,
could have been the rest of my life.
But - it had to be your joke.
Hey, so, just for laughs
Watch your fucking self DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
Track Name: Broheckaduderon
BROHECKADUDERON

[Cherry cherry pow pow bro bra
Cherry cherry bro cherry cherry bra
Cherry pow pow bro bra]
Préparatoire terminus!
Broheckaduderon
Broheckaduderon
Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy MORE
Track Name: Sew That Mouth
[dreamed by Dion McGregor; sampled and transcribed for bass by RecEpis]
Track Name: The Lout Won't Lift A Finger / Evil Log & My Hog; A Foam Ohio
THE LOUT WON'T LIFT A FINGER

Miles of piles
The boundries vague
Watch your step
Use every leg and all of your arms
I beg
In this world I lock in all my
old garbage and empty Coke cans
Watching videos - YouTube Poop
while I eat Barbecue Lean Pockets in my underwear
'Cuz...
I've really got nothing better to do than to
grow hair on this succulent congestion headache
anyhow.
Track Name: Asshole Country
ASSHOLE COUNTRY

Ache, ache to take
Take Blake
Little Jake's sake
K-Hill is eight
I got, got that ache to conflagrate
To ejaculate
To evacuate too
See, I'll tell it to you true [Viet Nam was great]

Alone in the jungle, alone in the forest
I'm one, I'm one with myself
I'm often divorced
I'm one with my one

One and one equals eleven
That's a good amount of tricks I can count
and flicks, the beer type
and my lasagna recipe
Oh, my art
I live out of time, I'm born to be bad
but I will live yet again

To the Bridges of Monroe County
I'll burn that bridge when I come to it
When I cum, I'll fight fire with fire
and Watertown put out my fire
I'm a lover not a fighter
I love fire with fire
One and one is eleven
That's a good amount of prostitutes
Born out of time and I give up what you see in the Genesee
Any asshole country
I live to eat pussy
I live again!
Track Name: (Zip Zop) My Face Is Torn To Shreds
(ZIP ZOP) MY FACE IS TORN TO SHREDS

Zip Zop
My face is torn to shreds
Those athletes deprecate
Backward walking there
Right into a dark cave
The drooling yard awaits
This was a mistake
Track Name: Apple Alley Hoochinoo
APPLE ALLEY HOOCHINOO

Welcome the world of the future
Even though the wagon won't be coming around here for a year
You can risk it on a good time.
Track Name: Twerking For The Weakened
TWERKING FOR THE WEAKENED

Oh shit -
His arms fell off and his head is half gone
but his goddamned dick's still hard!!
Track Name: 3-D Abortion
3-D ABORTION

In a world...
A crowded womb!
Vacuum meets girl!
It's Coming Soon!

SEE! The poster child for the placard designers
SEE! A photo op for the bibley whiners
SEE! Him smile and doff a cervical cap
SEE! The bile shoot off into your lap

We see the patient push
Abortifacient mush
Comes at you anaglyph
But that is only if you see the lass's spawn
With red-blue glasses on
The P.O.V. - oh no!
Watch the distortion grow in the up-front-row 3-D Abortion Show!

Sensible portions
We abhor din in the theater!

With Kenny Baker's scene as "Suction Pump Machine"
The critics will rejoice over the thrilling choice to cast a candid patient
They'll spare our product placement
(We're sponsored by Dispette®, the great ovum curette)
"We'll Bring Out The Kid In You ... in 3-D!!!"

You penciled a "4" in for an "I strongly disagree"

THRILL! To horrid torrents of blue-black bloody issue
THRILL! To the sensation that it just barely missed you
THRILL! For can't you see the cannulae up in your face?
THRILL! To live the life we erase!
Track Name: Cattlecunt For Cars
CATTLECUNT FOR CARS

That herring humor is no joking matter
We scientists call it Chrono-Karnapidasana
or the Cattlecunt for Cars!
Track Name: P.U.D. (Daddy Can Take It!)
P.U.D. (DADDY CAN TAKE IT!)

No ripped collars
Stretch-éd shirts
Dad!
P. U. Daddy!
pony
pony
pony
Daddy can take it from the mounted police man.
Fits dad just right
Ride day or night
Trip a thick tiger on a safari through time.
A pony ride
Little Tough Guy
No more broken jewelry
Mom!
Track Name: Chillax In Hell
CHILLAX IN HELL

Saloon
Sing another tune like a wounded Hoon
Dry another well
I chillax in Hell
Another drink, let's have another drink, another drinky drink
Buffoon
Skin is like a prune
Nervous like platoon
Arteries o'clock
Soccer Mom a-nommin' on an ignoramus cock
Hard as rock
Track Name: You May Be White I May Be Rosé
YOU MAY BE WHITE I MAY BE ROSÉ

I just sit at home and microphone
And the masturbate smells like a beer
Track Name: Recreational Episiotomy (Remade) featuring EMAC
RECREATIONAL EPISIOTOMY (REMADE)

Taint misbehavin'
Scissors or a razor
A relaxing expedition into sickness
A few laughs
Making one from two, it's just something to do
Detaching the partition
Make a (w)hole out of two halves

So it is her objective to remove what's connective
Self-mutilation Goddess be:
Recreational Episiotomy

Leisure endeavor
Tissue to sever
It's usually entertaining; self-inflicted
Making two to one, something just for fun
Unusually agonizing
Pain-addicted

So it is her objective to remove what's connective
One hole remains for sodomy:
Recreational Episiotomy

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