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