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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!

Chorus:

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!

Chorus:

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!!