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!!