I smell a battle! Smell it in the air!
Think I'll get my knives sharpened for a poke.
Lovely bodies smell them through the smoke.
Even dead fellas need a little poke.   
Lovely body. Bring him over here
Lie him down or set him up right.
Either way is fine. Show me what you got.
Bargin Prices that sure our hot.

Welcome Monsieur, set your self down
and see for your selves the best beef shop in town.
As for the rest
All of them crooks.
Rook in the guest
And cook in the books.
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
Whose is content to beeeeeeeee
Master of the House
Keeper of the Dead
Ready to relieve them of some debt
But every thing has a price
And for me you dead folk are just right.
Food for the poor. Food beyond belief.
Mix them in the blinder pretend its beef.
Kidney of a drunk
A little thing called a liver dunk
Master of the Dead
Quick to catch your eye.
Serve it to the poor
Sell it to the great.
Every body's beef
Use to be a life long mate
Anything to please Jesus
I'll skin you to the bone.
Here the food is cooked
The fat is fried
Nothin overlooked until I'm satisfied.
Master of the Dead
Serve it to the poor
Sell it to the great
Every body's beef
Was once a life long mate.

Its a world where the dogs eat the dogs
Where they kill for the meat on the street.
And God don't interfere cause this is what he eats.