Racing down the road,
In a street machine of splatter,
Running you down is all that fucking 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 ass thing
Measures a 10 on the Gore score!

Butchermobile, butchermobile
Look out for death 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!!

Lyrics submitted by Panama904

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