Yo, what do you want, beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred, they'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then podcast

the body parts get severed and served. Bring your weak shit, where the wall finale, that ain't just

a mistake, that's an awful howler. Both of them are known to pull up at your shows.

Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows. Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing. They stay dressed to kill. Never sheep's clothing. Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon. You'll see nothing. All your hears are huffer puff and a... a expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it

The death bringing his head spinning

Just kidding every word in his songs

About two grown men

Dressed up as a bird and a dog

Yo kick it up

Oh oh shit

I said it's time for action

Boom boom boom

Boom selection

Well for now podcast

Up in your little

melon piece.

Oh,

back on the Sunday

morning recourse.

Sunday morning

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