"The Art of Headhunting" as written by and Greg Gall Chris Barnes....
Chop, chop, chop
Off comes the head
I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
Run for your life, run for your life
Headhunder
Of the
Cannibal tribe

the art of headhunting

hack, hack, hack,
The sound of the axe
Bone-splitting force
Separates head from neck
Run for your life, run for your life
Spine splits in half
As your neckbone now cracks

meat to rot
From the corpse
Maggots feed
As you decompose

I feed on the maggots
And feed on your soul

the art of headhunting

chop, chop, chop, off comes the head
I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
Run for your life, run for your life
Headhunter of the cannibal tribe

I feed on those maggots
And feed on your soul






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"The Art of Headhunting" as written by Greg Gall Chris Barnes

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