"The Weredude"
Lyrics by Goreshack and Thomas Kempen

[Thor] Greg was an average guy
He wasn’t very cool
He'd go to work day after day
And wear the same douchebag suit

Then one day Greg went into a rage
Drank a ton of malt liquor, and caught some brutal waves
Then underneath the light of the moon he was reborn
A monster called the Weredude burst into form

[Thor and Darren] Clad in sweatpants
Fresh hightop shoes
Long mangled hair
And an appetite for brews

An insatiable maniac
With a penchant for thrashin'

[Thor]Preening his were-doo to maintain his were-tude
He slashes up your guts then makes you his were-food
He rifles through your pockets and he steals all your bucks
Then he laces up his Chucks to destroy bands that suck

[Dialog]
[Sam]: Holy shit, it's the Weredude!
[Justin]: Where dude?!

He rends and raves and kills your worthless brood unseen
Leaving crude and twisted bodies as he slobbers and slathers
Then he gulps down your blood at the fresh murder scene

When the cops arrived he just sat there and cackled
Then he killed ten people when they put him in shackles
He pissed onto their bodies and then he sprint and he ran
And then ate somebodies spleen behind an old garbage can

Then one day, they locked him in a cage
Didn't give him malt liquor, or any brutal waves
They exposed him for hours to the light of the day
Hoping it would somehow turn him back into Greg

Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg!

He cursed and shat, he swore and spat
He would never again be Greg
He would lick some boots or swear off cooch
Before we'd ever see that day

The Weredude yelled and he screamed
And his head was filled with rage
He gripped his thighs and he crossed his eyes
And went into a daze
He started to quake, the ground started to shake
Then he farted so hard that it melted the cage

An insatiable maniac
With a penchant for thrashin'

Preening his were-doo to maintain his were-tude
He slashes up your guts then makes you his were-food
He rifles through your pockets and he steals all your bucks
Then he laces up his Chucks to destroy bands that suck

And on that day, he broke out of his cage
Robbed a store for malt liquor, and drank it by the waves
So underneath the light of the Moon or the Sun
If you see the Weredude, you'd better run