作词 : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson
chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunder of the cannibal tribe the art of headhunting hack, hack, hack, the sound of the axe bone-splitting force seperates head from neck run for your life, run for your life spine splits in half as your neckbone now cracks meat to rot from the corpse maggots feed as you decompose 
I feed on the maggots and feed on your soul the art of headhunting chop, chop, chop, off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe 
I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul