Even though I lost you
I won't let it break me
You can call me crazy
But I do it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me
My sweet little bunny
Now I need to crash this demonic convention
And kill every fuckin' body
Attention!
To our mortally challenged neighbors
Who came here for Satanic labor
This is a quick disclaimer, before you invade Earth
Please sign this waiver

In the event of your death, I obtain all rights to claim your health
And I'm not accountable for any amount of pain I've dealt
Like decapitation, lacerated veins
Melted innards and incineration - and that can make a smell
Ammo is currency - and I've earned a great wealth
You're gonna hear about it - because I hate stealth
Bring your appetite, y'all about to taste shells
Welcome to the realm where an unbridled rage dwells
Whether you're demonic or divine - praytell
Why did you wake me? You just raised Hell
I'm made in God's image, flyer than an angel
But they set some ground rules by which I don't play well
Can't hold me down, I'm a force unstoppable
Hoppin' around like the floor was lava, you'll
Meet your Makyr when I get to shakin' your hand
By shake it, I meant to say I'm quick to break it and then
Take it and replace your goddamned face with it
I get such a rush dislocating appendages
I'm like a bloodhound tryna get my gore meter filled
Lookin' for Eternal glory because glory can kill
I put angels in their graves, got'em rolling in the ground
Cuz before their death I told I'm "holier than thou"
Even as a child I was so ferocious and loud
"Mommy, I just broke a fleshy bloody totem I found! "
(Yeah!)

Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher

Ya know... I was gonna make that my gamertag
But some asshole already took it
And I'm gonna fucking kill him!

You'll need bigger feet if you wanna fill my boots - why?
Don't you know that old joke about shoe size?
And the correlation with that thing between your two thighs?
Lucifer, you have hooves - that's true, right?
Don't you blame the cold, I won't let that excuse fly
Go on and overcompensate if it gets you by
While I hit the stage, belchin' flames, hella rude
I'm advocatin' Satan be the next brute I crucify
I'm in a Slayer kinda mood, like a Doomguy
Anger in my veins, pulsatin' in my huge bis
Don't need sleeves when I hunt demons dude, my
Chainsaw's swingin' both ways, like a goodbye
If that went over your head, this won't
My Crucible never misses - it just don't
If atheists want proof of a god
I'll give it to 'em with a runnin'-gunnin' boot to the jaw
You see I used to be a non-believer just as well
Till I took a look in the mirror and I saw myself
And then I realized I was on another level
Obligatory Mick Gordon reference - Metal

Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium

Even though I lost you
I haven't let it break me
Maybe I'm crazy
But I did it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me
My sweet little snuggle-puffer
So if I can't kill them
I'll just make them fuckin' suffer

Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher