Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me

But I am the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kinda dumb

When I made her lose her thumb

And gave her stab wounds in her forehead

Well the deaths start coming and they don’t stop coming

Fed to the rats when they hit the ground dying

Didn’t make sense not to live for death

Your foe gets choked but your self gets breath

So much to do so much to kill

So what’s wrong with emptying the whole hill

You’ll never kill if you’re blunt

You’ll never dine if you don’t hunt

Hey now you’re a killer get your mask on, go slay

Hey now you’re an outlaw get the news on get laid

And all that glitters is blood

Only spiked hammers break skulls