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 or 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

easy now

oh my god

oh wow

yo what's that flying from the forest and what's that pouncing and praying and leaping around?

Oh my goodness.

If you go down to the woods today, you might see a wolf and owl.

My gosh, my goodness, my words.

Wolf and owl in the fucking building.

What's going on? How are you feeling? You feel good? Yeah, feel good, man. Do you know what? Do you ever start a gig like that? I've become more and more used to sort of Bernie Mac in the start of my... No, I don't do that. I'm very low-key at the start of the gig. I don't have really big, and then I find it really hard to keep that fucking my problem is is i've martin too smooth shout out martin doing my warm up yeah yeah

and he gets the crowd proper hype pipe paper and then i come on and you can't help

fill in that even though they've bought a ticket to my tour show they're slightly disappointed at my

arrival that's the way i like to play it. Martin, Martin's a baby. Like,

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