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