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

it's the last one of the year

it's the last one of the year

wolf for now

we hope you've enjoyed the year with a wolf and owl.

I love your singing vibes.

I love it.

You're so cute.

You're a delicate little flower.

Can I tell you something?

I've got a little treat for you.

So I had to post up a promo video for the New Year's Eve party.

I saw it, I saw it, bro. Just watched it.

It's a little clip of me being party wrong. Anyway, what I don't understand about Instagram, my Instagram has got an STI, basically. It's riddled. So as soon as I post, let me read you the comments I've got on this post, right? waking up every day to see my withdrawal

successfully notifications on my mail

is the best thing I've ever wished for myself.

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