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 a 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 oh my gosh

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Wolf and Al in sight and Al go come run tell you for

Knorrhoff. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Welcome to the Wolf and Ow, you little fucking pricks.

Wow, that's a big start. Up to our usual tricks. Wolf and owl. Wow.

In your grill.

Wolf and owl.

We got no time for chill.

It's the wolf and the owl.

I can't believe.

Up in your fucking face piece.

What?

You are getting some wear out that tuxedo, bro.

We're wearing it again on the podcast.

You're having to take it off since the Bafters.

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