Read the words and stay a while
Predator 'The Movie' Spit Style
This stuff's not wrote for maggots
take a hike slack-jawed faggots
The Alien comes from outer space
to track and kill the human race.
Green berets in the jungle heat
hanging up like rotten meat.
Then you're in a world of pain
chewing bacca next to hard man blain.
Sexual Tyrannosaurus rex
just take a look Arnie's pecs.
On the chopper with the team
Dillon's hangin with the cream.
The predator swings from tree to tree
hiding with invisibility.
Hawkins first, then big man Blain
by this time Billy's gone insane.
Mac and Dillon are next to go
Billy puts Up quite a show.
Last to die is Private Poncho
this makes Arnie the head honcho.
Arnie fires and runs to find cover
to save that fuckin Anna mother.
The famous line"if it bleeds we can kill it"
made this thriller such a killer.
Before the Predator dies he pukes green blood
and laughs like Billy at Arnie covered mud.
Arnie runs through the jungle very fast
immediately followed by a nuclear blast.
The scene is set for a Predator sequel
but the film is nothing without the original people.
Kevin Peter Hall
Predator II or S V P'by Spit Nolan
Up in the hills on a summer night
half canned we tried to re-enact their fight.
I was Dutch and Nick was Blain
but Tom did not want to play the game.
Rich must have been Billyboy
he disappeared into the night
I think he went for a shite.
Marcus Curtis was also there
in despair with his chaffing underwear.
We drank till darkness fell
it must have been a bloody hell.
we couldn't see on the downward haul
the darkness fell - I took a nasty fall.
With no mega torch things looked bad
but nobody died it wasn't sad.
As I looked back in fading light
I nearly had a horrible fright.
I swear I saw the predator swing
and his laser zooming thing.
It could have been ten pints of shit welsh beer
or maybe some fiend hunting deer.
Back at base we lit a fire to keep away the howling sheep
We drank till dawn I didn't get a single wink of sleep.
Halfway through this dreadful night
I legged it for a fuckin shite.
The bog was full just like the moon
I had to crouch I felt a loon.
I had to dock it just like a rocket
and use the single tissue in my pocket.
The predator stayed at bay
but I'll be back another day.
So when the heat of summer comes again
It's Wales we go to play the game.
Asta la vista
back to the top
Mouseover image below for Blain comment
Ghash-Wank Productions Ltd copyright@