Yeah, yeah, what'd you want? Be cool, George, feathers or fur? Sharp teeth or feet with claws? Whatever's preferred?

Though Grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then podcast the body parts, get severed and soaked

Bring your weak shit where the wolf and 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 witness in the murder like they're rolling with a gang of crows, fuck this 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 hairs are half a puffin' of, expect killings, red spilling and flesh ripping, impressive in it

The deaf bring in his head spinning, just kidding every word in his songs about you grown men, rest up as a bird and a dog

Yes, how we doing, we good? We promised it's here, and also it's on Sweet Sweet Wi-Fi

How are we making this? Well, it is on Sweet Sweet Wi-Fi, unfortunately my microphone's not working, I'm in a hotel, I'm in Glasgow doing a weakest link

Mate, can I just say, by the way, your room looks delicious, you're in very cool, open more space

Do you know what, I feel like I'm sitting in like an in-sale map

Mate, you look cool

Not as cool as by the way, Marcia, you're new to dressing room that you've wangled yourself from the weakest link, that is a Sweet Sweet

That's not my dressing room, okay

By the way, you've got this little habit of throwing shade whenever I've placed something on Instagram

Not always, sometimes I'll say something really sweet

You big-dicked it, you were like, look at this fucking sweet crib, now we're in it

That's not what I said, I turn up to a meeting for weakest link and nobody else is there

So I took a photo and put it up there and then you've like gone, I was just being there to take the photo, right?

What did you get to life?

Who did the photo? I did a little time

Oh my god

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