Superfluous Culling

A bastard race proclaiming peace within our territory Zebesians, we must insist upon the pilfering of their Goods that they've mined and lives they value so little K-2L's ours now There must be not a soul to survive from this battle Today, we slaughter them with disregard, like cattle We wish upon the human race to feel the death rattle March forward, space pirates! Attack! Feel the blade that cuts you Down into pieces and Slits your throat, guts you like A fucking pig to die Bleed them out, disassemble them, and shred their brains that they do not use Sodomize, then you vaporize, leave not a trace of the filthy slime Desecrate, eviscerate, and destroy who lie and disseminate Torch and blaze what we cannot use, show the Federation we don't take abuse We've annexed this planet as Our own, deemed it as Useless, so we glassed it All to the core, naught left