Racing down the road, In a street machine of splatter, Running you down is all that fucking matters! Got my foot pinned to your skull, Not splattering makes life dull! Ripping around I love to make this thing peel, Get ready you jerks, here comes the butchermobile!
Butchermobile, butchermobile I'll run you over and make you my meal Butchermobile, butchermobile Your guts look great smashed under my wheel
It's equipped with blades, Knives, and a circular saw When it crushes a body You know GrindGore is the law It uses human blood as gas And always needs more, This kick ass thing Measures a 10 on the Gore score!
Butchermobile, butchermobile Look out for death when the tires squeal Butchermobile, butchermobile The wonderful thud of your bones against steel
You loose total consciousness When you hit 4-wheel drive, My road trip is complete And now it's back to the Hive!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.