Gwar. Bloody Pit Of Horror. Beat You to Death. Zeneszám

I am a throwback to primeval age
I'm easy to anger, I'm quick to enrage
Get in my way and you forfeit your life
I'll orphan your children and widow your wife

Fight now 'til there's only one left
Right now I will lay you to rest

I am the bringer of thunder and pain
My fists of lead fall upon you like rain
Resistance is futile, your fate has been sealed
I will not stop until you have been killed

Fight now, 'til there's only one left
Right now, I will lay you to rest
Cry out with your last dying breath
Die now as I beat you to death, ha

I need no weapon to bring you to heel
My fist in your face is the last thing you feel
Beg me for mercy and see what it gets you
My only real pleasure is getting to hit you

Fight now 'til there's only one left
Right now I will lay you to rest
Cry out with your last dying breath
Die now as I beat you to death

I have no room in my heart for compassion
If you piss me off, I will simply start smashing
Your pleas for reason are simply pathetic
Why waste my words, when my fists are poetic

Beat you down, to the ground
Break your bones, final blow
And blood will flow
It's clobbering time

I hate you, I hit you
I hate you, I hit you
I hate you, I hit you
I hate you, I hit you

I hate you, I hit you
I hate you, I hit you
I hate you, I hit you
I beat you to death