Holy Hack Jack (Original Mix)

He got a sheath made of plastic grabs it over his head forty gallons of petrol

Gonna burn you all dead

A forty five strapped to his side

A machete in his hand

What's the name

What's the game

Holy Hack Jack's the man

He's a sick sick sick gone mother

He's a sick sick sick gone man

He's a sick sick sick gone mother

He's a sick sick sick gone man

He hobbles along on a busted knee

Knife strapped to his thigh

Bombs and blades hand grenades

Somebody's gonna die

With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps covered by a plastic mack

He's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again

Sick sick sick sick

Clapped out buggy down darkened streets likes to kill whoever he meets

He's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again

Sick sick sick sick

He's a sick sick sick gone mother

He's a sick sick sick gone man

He's a sick sick sick gone mother

He's a sick sick sick gone man

Sick sick sick sick