1. BUTCHER GANG

Jig saw
Hack saw
Bloody buckets
Look at my eyes
Your time is coming

Six feet deep
You amount to nothing
Sweet release
Of a torturous craving

We are hate fueled, evil beings
Bringer of the pain

Burn it down
Burn it to the ground
Leave them hanging from the meat hook
Never take them down

Burnt remains
Scattered in the dirt
Leave them begging for their death bed
Send them to the fucking gallows

Death is too easy
Hang them by their two feet
Let them fucking know that they ain't ready for the new breed

Let them grow cold with the swing of the cleaver
Shove a lead pole through the throat of a squealer

Death is too easy
Hang them by their two feet
Let them fucking know they ain't ready for the new breed

Force fed misery