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 for now, la. 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 hear's a huffer puff and the Expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it

The death bringing his 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

Who's in the room?

The Wolf for the Ow

Get his own ready

Fuck our same

Inside the rain

Like your flame

Smile to a friend

Oh yeah okay

Because the brothers

Animals

Are here

Okay

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