(Intro)

Slu-luh-luh-lurp!
Slu-luh-luh-lurp!
Slu-luh-luh-lurp!
Slu-luh-luh-lurp!
Slu-luh-luh-lurp!

(Chorus)

Take a look at the Bison! (BISON!!!)
He is here to seal your doom! (sluh-luh-luh-lurp-lurp!)
One slurp and then you're gone! (YOU'RE GONE!!!)
Your future is certain gloom! (sluh-luh-luh-lurp-lurp!)

1.

He never dies for some odd reason;
But he kills in every single season!

So you'd better just get out of his way;
With his mind alone, you'll be the next thing he'll slay!

He tears up every road that has grooves;
Flies around and never raises his hooves...

Doesn't believe you have a right to live well.
So he'll hoof and gore you until you're in Hell!

I mean he even causes earthquakes;
Watches you die in the tornadoes he makes!
If you ain't scared yet then you don't have a clue!

(Sluh-luh-luh-lurp!)

You can never stop him with a pistol;
Just as pointless to be firing missiles!

You'd better run, cause if you try to take him with a gun;
You'll be one slurped punk having no fun, better...

(Repeat chorus)

2.

Insult him a lot and you will not last;
And I think if so you'd better run fast!

Because he likes to smash through buildings just for fun!
And brand his hoof into your side; leave you the dying one!

And he can start a murder session;
When your mind is under his possession;

And the arrogant ones will end up with all the blame;
As they're blown away in giant balls of flame! (Slu-luh-luh-lurp!)

He'll burn your soul until it's all gone;
If you think he'll leave then you'd be all wrong;

If you ain't scared of him then you don't have a clue! (Slu-luh-luh-lurp!)

He'll haunt the halls of your best friend's home;
Whether he's in Mozambique or in Rome!

Your friend will open the door, and end up being dead on the floor;
And reduced to a pile of messy blood and gore (the horror)!

(So run.....ruuuuuunnnnnnn!!!!!)

(Repeat Chorus) x 2

(Bridge Rap)

He's got a soul burn technique that will make the most;
Outwardly righteous old man go to Hell!
(Not swell!)

He's got, endless rage;
You can't hold in a cage!

And he simply won't care;
(If you're scared!)

He's been, trashing your hearse;
Of course he's a curse!

Now your little cousin's gone!
For very long!

He's got the, most menacing growl;
That you've ever heard!

And you'll be dead three minutes;
(Spread across the backyard!)

You and your friends; don't hide in the closet!
Or you'll all end up as a bloody composite!

Call it doom, call it fate, or whatever you want to but;
Still better watch your back or you're the next one he will kill off so...

(Repeat Chorus) x 2