Reversing the Bear Trap To The Grave (Ft. Jesse Christiansen)

Put one into anything that moves
Put two in the head to make sure
I've fit three in the coffin, put four in the boot
In a war nobody wins but we'll make sure you lose
Put one into anything that moves
Put two in the head to make sure
I've fit three in the coffin, put four in the boot
In a war nobody wins but we'll make sure you lose

Assume the position
We're all made of meat, I've heard we taste like ch****
Limbs on sticks, heads on plates in hell's kitchen
Time to fеast, I see you backing up
I guess I like my competition fattеned up

I can't wait
Cutting, cutting, cutting through the stomach, stomach
Tooth and nail
Fastest way to a heart is through the fucking ribcage
Too late, too late
Meat's back on the menu, mate

Mindless parasites
Hunt them down out of spite
Onslaught, on sight
Let's see your fucking insides
Infested like a plague
Let 'em run for my entertainment
Watch the ego dissipate
Isn't suffering the preference?