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... 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!

Oh, baby, yo!

For the our podcast.

We're going to be doing more Unplanned Improv

But it's not as good as we think it is

Both for now podcast

You know because we're recording the

visuals of this

I can't say you have to look

See if I've got a bat in the cave

If I've got a boge in my nose

Do you ever have that?

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