Locked and loaded brain eroded
You're in my sights prepare to die
Claymore at my hip
I know that I cannot miss

I'll cut you down you Samoan freak
That's what you get you'll die in the ring
I'll cut you down you Samoan freak
That's what you get you'll die in the ring

Death by Scottsman see you later
Cut you down you Samoan traitor
You should fear me I'm your slayer
Death by Scottsman, see you later
No intuition, chosen visions
Cracking skulls and breaking bones
Swinging my sword and aiming no where
Swinging for fun so say a quick prayer