We spurn your whole existence
Abominate all that you are
We loath that which you stand for
Hate your guts with all our heart
Mercy from now is discarded
We will finish what you started
You’ll reap the storm for this means war
To where ever you may crawl
We’ll smoke you out of every hole
We’ll hunt you like the dog you are
We detest the ones that bred you
Curse the womb from which you’re torn
We abhor the ones that fed you
Scorn the day that you were born
We’ll prosecute and execute
Lock and load and cock and shoot
No ways of wrath are too depraved
Our vengeance becomes manifest
Until you’re dead we shall not rest
And we’ll be pissing on your grave!
To those about to die
We despise you
We will be tightening the noose
To those about to die
We’ll neutralize you
We will be lightening the fuse
To those about to die
We’ll brutalize you
We’ll take our time with what we do
To those about to die
We’ll terrorize you
Death may be far too good for you
Woe to your person
And doom to your kin
We are the antidote
To the poison of your being
To those about to die
We’ll euthanize you
Come step into a world of pain
To those about to die
We’re the Grindpad deathsquad
And weapon is our name