I hewed a guy and as he bled,
I thought hey I feel no remorse
There is something wrong with me
His guts are spewed and Yeah, Oh Yeah
Sometimes when I use my BRAIN
I find I like to think of DETH
Cut your stomach see your GUTS
I would like to bash your SKULL
BRAIN---DETH---GUTS---SKULL
BRAIN--DETH--GUTS--SKULL
BRAIN-DETH-GUTS-SKULL
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The deadly hatchet that I used
Had been sharp but still unseen
I drove it in his beating heart
Now he lay, dead and limp
Sometimes when I use my BRAIN
I find I like to think of DETH
Cut your stomach see your GUTS
I would like to bash your SKULL
BRAIN---DETH---GUTS---SKULL
BRAIN--DETH--GUTS--SKULL
BRAIN-DETH-GUTS-SKULL
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
All lyrics and music (c) 2001 HOOD