Lyrics: Jeff Blim
Music: Jeff Blim
Don't you see? we're free
Won't people notice he's gone?
This is Hatchetfield
People go missing every day
Oh God, she's snapping again
We're gonna bury the body
Right here in the lobby
Underneath the wooden flooring where his corpse will rot
This is a lot
We're gonna hack all his limbs off
Did you say hack all his limbs off?
Yeah we're gonna hack all his limbs off
Can you stop saying it?
How else he gonna fit?
Petey get the acid, Ruthy you can grab the hatchet
And Stephy, tapes
You want me to film this?
We're gonna tape him up in plastic after dousing him with the beach
Tape him up after dousing with bleach
I think I'm gonna throw up
No, this is where you grow up and accept your fate
You wanna get the fullest ride?
Then start cutting right above the thigh
We're gonna bury the bully
We're gonna go to juvie, surely
I hear prison is cushy
Oh my asthma is back
He'll never be found
It's not like we're selling crack
I'm gonna strip him down
Why?
We're gonna bury the bully
We gotta gotta line up our stories
It's gonna gonna never haunt me
Because he's already dead
No one's gonna snitch
Hide him from the feds
Can't we say he slipped?
I just cut off his nips