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

um big up yourself

and order man dem

you're wrong go tell your friend

the wolf an hour just picked up in the fucking what.

Hello.

Oh, man,

that was amazing.

You really lost,

I've met, like, you've got this amazing way of starting off, like saying, and then, like, there's such gunction. Yeah. Slowly just petering out. And it was, that was

well that's

that's an

apt description

of my career

I'd say

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