Bring your hammer Pound the nails Drag that coffin down in hell

One time if you a bad bitch (one time) Two times just for the savage (two time) All you wanna do is just slay, yeah All you wanna do is just slay, just slay All you wanna do is just slay (ooh) All you wanna do is just slay (woo), just slay You killin'

To spill your blood to become our wine Children Of Bodom, angry are rising Running amok slaying with a sense of desire From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died Something wild has survived In the silence of darkness, among the shadows

When the priest kill a maiden in the metal church Armored saints and warlocks watched the slaughter Rage of the slayer forced the pretty maids To kiss the queen in crimson glory Woooaaaahhhyeeeaaaahyeeaaah Take some venom and accept That you won't see

I slay, okay I see it, I want it I stunt, yellow bone it I dream it, I work hard I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters Albino alligators El Camino with the seat low Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser

It's a repeat Throw away your television It's a repeat of a story told It's a repeat and it's getting old Renegades with fancy gauges Slay the plague for it's contagious Pull the plug and take the stages Throw away your television now Time to make this

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe! The slayings at Bodom from so long ago Still carry a secret, of which nobody knows A seed that was planted as the night turned to dawn Will now bring me

That pussy got power, that pussy got power Pop up, girl, that pussy got power She want a, gangbanger to come through and slay I'll hit it in the shower I, I, I, I, I You a hard worker, let me come with the supply Pop up, girl, that pussy got power (woah,

For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind Even the dead cry