Blood Freak - Butchermobile lyrics

Racing down the road In a street machine of splatter Running you down is all that f*cking 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 a** thing Measures a 10 on the Gore score! Butchermobile, butchermobile Look out for d**h 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!!