Butcher Gang

Jigsaw Hacksaw Bloody buckets Look in 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 em hanging from a 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 that they ain't ready for the new breed Force fed misery