Joe Iconis
Hatchet Job
My man comes in lookin' like a slob
Baby, he be beggin' for a hatchet job
I try to suppress it but I feel that throb
Gonna give a, gonna give a hatchet job

Gonna make you into something much funner
Cut you, slice you, 'till you're all mine
Gonna gut you, dice you, 'till you're all gone
But I'll leave your ears so you hear me screamin'

Chop, chop, chop, chop chop
Chop, chop, chop, hatchet job
Chop, chop, chop, chop chop
Chop, chop, chop, hatchet job

My man's apologetic for a bein' so fat
He begs me to love him and leave it at that
But I say "hey baby, it ain't no prob
I'm gonna beat you up with a hatchet job"

Gonna make you into somethin' much thinner
Arrange you, change you, 'till you're a winner
And get you bastard 'till you're so small
That you quake with fright at the sight of wrecking ball

Chop, chop, chop, chop chop
Chop, chop, chop, hatchet job
Chop, chop, chop, chop chop
Chop, chop, chop, hatchet job
So boy don't beg or plead or sob
Or try to come in here with an angry mob
Cause you're a bitch and I'm a snob
With the right appetite for a hatchet job

But you just don't see
Cause if everything you do doesn't please me
You're gonna be the victim of a pretty little
H-A-T
C-H-E-T
J-O-B

Hatchet job!