Bring me their heads now

Bring me their scalps

I brought war to their doorstep

Let red dots paint their foreheads

Prep the forceps

Hold tight while I carve a price into your flesh

Armed to our sharpened teeth

Always a weapon in reach

The sickest scenes you've ever seen

Today we turn the tables

Bring me rapist scalps

Lost count of the bodies, bodies, bodies

Left rotting, rotting, rotting

Dogs put down

Stabbed in the streets

Get attacked in traffic in the passenger seat

Just say you’re sorry, sorry, sorry

It's funny, funny, funny you're fucked now

Can you smell the bacon burning?

I’ll be back with a vengeance

Drop the guillotine, death sentence

Bodies as fuel for the engines

Those we trust to protect us have turned against us

I've got a bone to pick

Approach at your own risk

Avoid direct eye contact, pig

Today we turn the tables

Bring me racist scalps

Lost count of the bodies, bodies, bodies

Left rotting, rotting, rotting

Dogs put down

They showed up with badges and guns

Bet when we pull the hatchet you'll run

Say you're sorry, sorry, sorry

It's funny, funny, funny you're fucked now

They said that justice mattered

Then the pigs get away with murder

I offer my hand for peace

Show no tolerance, my hands will speak

So bite at the hands that feed

Break their chains and set the world free

I offer my hands for peace

We let our hands speak

Last cunts I call in case of emergency

Pigslaughter in the third degree

We let our hands speak

Boxcutter dipped in bleach

Next street to clean

So bite at the hands that feed

We let our hands speak

Today we turn the tables

Flesh cut by the pound

From a mountain of bodies, bodies, bodies

Left rotting, rotting, rotting

Dogs put down

They bit the claw that feeds

Now they choke on the marrow underneath

Say you're sorry, sorry, sorry

We're cutting, cutting, cutting the leech out

Vilified. Targeted. Nevermore. Finish it

Bring me their motherfucking heads

Finish them off

I can tell that you’re scared

You’ve got that please just kill me stare

Killed more than the vibe

You could cut the tension with a knife

Razors for rapists

Burn out the bigots

Pliers, pulling their weapons off

Straight through the fleshy part of the thigh

Die, pig, die