Savage ((Warrior Style Mash))

Yeah Savage motherfuckers B.H.S About to kill this motherfuckin track Tell em Fish Tell em what you are man Tell em what you are motherfucker Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savagely I remove all your limbs from your torso But that's not all though I use your skull as a bowling ball And when I finish playing I'll savage slaughter all of y'all This is the life I live I'm from the savage protocol Stuck all y'all If you're standing in my path You'll find yourself in the bottom of a bloodbath Fill my wrath I use your skin to make some handbags And on the black market sell them in Baghdad It ain't all bad I feed my whole family with your leg And with your bones I'll carve them up into spearheads You're pretty teeth I'll make some jewellery for my riches And if I lose a couple I make own dentures For centuries my heritage been killing people savagely So now it's up to me to keep the bloodstream flowin Cause that's all that I been knowing You lose your head from the battle axe that I be throwing Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style I make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style We make you all run for miles Savage Warrior style We make you all run for miles Savage motherfuckers Savage motherfuckers Savage motherfuckers Savage motherfuckers B.H.S Savage Like A Warrior I'm out of control Crazy You motherfuckers be pushing up daisies on the daily Got your running faster on your feet It's like a track event everytime we meet Bring your heat Or maybe a Beretta It doesn't matter I still chew your face off like a savage Nothing average More like the extraordinary When I leave your face looking like a Bloody Mary It's hella scary What's in the bottom of Satan's belly Never merry A guess it's in my heritage To cut the top of your head off just like a Savage would And eat your brains for dinner because they taste so good Yeah I would Spear you from across the room don't assume That my vision is blurry I see you clearly I know you hear me It's kind of hard not to when I got your ears in my hands You shit your pants when I rip off the side of your head I pull your intestines out and feed him to my kids for breakfast I'm always restless got the blood lines of a Savage