Lyrics:
I'm looking out for victimsTo hunt downAnd slash and lacerateI got this cutting edge dictumSplit before it's too lateI'll use a butcher knifeA hatchet, machete or a krisI'm on a chopping spreeYour body's to be severedFor your membersI'll go out on a limbI got this chopping endeavorYour chances to make itIn one piece are slimA battle axeA cleaver or whatever I needI'm on a chopping spreeNow you're a plea talking torsoStick your neck outAnd there goes your headI like you even more soYou don't scream tooMuch now that you're deadI'll pack you upIn segmentsAnd chunks of red meatI'm on a chopping spree