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.

Oh my gosh.

You're not gonna...

You're not gonna believe what time it is.

Yo, hit me wrong.

Look at your watch.

The wolf has just licked at his paws

to prep himself,

the owl has given himself

a little plume up

because it's time

for the wolf and owl, baby.

I'm trying to think of something else.

Whoa, damn.

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