Venison by Preytorians

Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.

Steady talkin' strong, but they been fake.
Beat 'em in the ground like a tent stake.
Caught 'em with their pants down like a piss break.
Military ain't scary, that's a mistake.
Beat the blood out your troops.
Watch 'em turn back on you.
Got 'em more afraid than a little bit.
Mouthing off like a horse with a little bit.
Cut your team down after the win for the hell of it.
Boot to your face like you came for the smell of it.
Lyin' if we say we didn't mean to run you clean through.
Leave you on your side like a lean-to.
Leave you with no limbs like a dead tree.
Fled? 3 red meat butchers choppin' off the left feet.
Runnin' through your village like Genghis Khan.
Think you got away? Dead wrong.


Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.

Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.


The Butcher returns for his edible enemies.
Prepping your body for the deadliest recipe.
Cannibalism for the sake of society.
Table is set for destroying your dynasty.
Words were hors d'oeuvres that we snacked on quietly,
but this is the year where we’re crushin’ compliancy.
Righteously violently ‘cause we ain’t got time to be
solemnly silently while you poppin' off piously.
Filleting ya faces while you eyeing me sidely.
I’m dippin' your diocese in my winery’s finery.
Using debauchery to expose your dichotomy.
Drunk off my hate so goodbye to sobriety.
Drinking your sins and laughing maniacally.
Dying from our deviltry’s the end of your odyssey.


Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.

Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.


Murderous misfit fitted with metal equipment.
Pierce through the ligaments...twist it.
Blood moon...deep, dark maroon.
The Lord ain't coming, just a bunch of goons.
Kangaroos and racoons running on the side of gorillas and baboons.
Sign of doom...
Fat lady 'bout to sing, it's a beautiful tune.
So encrypted...
So frigid and so wicked.
No resistance, so conflicted.
Onslaught with no restrictions.
No peace and no surrender.
Just pain and missing members.
Hell in the middle of nowhere.
I'm the image you saw in your nightmares!


Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.

Put it through your enemy's chest.
Never let your enemy rest.
Cut 'em into bits like venison.
Tenderize and finish 'em.

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