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 serked. 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 the expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it

The death bringing its head spinning

Just kidding every word in his song's about two grown men

dressed up as a bird and a dog

Welcome to the wolf and I put cars

Inside the Rainer and Inside the Place

This one for the people that are the one

The guy down the bands and the bass The wolf and the owl in the place Oh you don't place. This one for the people that I, the one that go down the bans and the bass

the wolf and the owl in the place.

Oh, you don't even know.

This one for the bitty bad boy,

for the bitty bad boy, for the bitty bamb way.

Oh, honey.

Oh my God.

Welcome to the wolf in our podcast.

I want to start this properly.

And I want to give a big congratulations to my brother from another mother,

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