Bonus Content - 'Twas the Night of the Podcast

Pete wrote a funny twist to the classic Christmas poem.  A bit of Murder Metal Mayhem was just what it needed!  Enjoy!‘Twas the Night of the Podcast‘Twas the night of the podcast, when all through the air An energy was bursting with metal to share The beer cans were packed in the coolers with care In hopes that Pete, Chris and CK soon would be there.The listeners were huddled, ready to be fed While visions of murder danced in their heads Some ho in a nighty with some freak on her lap Were settling down for the podcast on tapNow in the basement arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what the fuck was the matter Away to the cellar I flew like a flash Tore open the door, made my way with a crashBounding down the steps, a menacing sound Was booming and thumping from below the ground When what to my wondering eyes did appear Pete, Chris, and CK setting up all the gearMore rapid than eagles, now ready to go The intro music started, it was on with the show They whistled and shouted and called out some names Now Crazy Mike, now Cashman, now Michael and Joe On Gacy, on Bundy, on Lovecraft and PoeThey spoke their foul words and many crude jokes We laughed until beer spewed forth from our nose They told of couches fucked and pubic hair in their food We howled through the night no matter how lewdTheir voices filled the air, the team gave a shout And they packed up the gear and began to move out But I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight “Spread the word like a ho on her high school prom night!”