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

welcome

everyone to the wolf and owl

I can you hear my voices a bit

yeah you got a croak to you can hear my voice is a bit? Yeah, you've got a croak to you. Can you hear my voice? Tom Davis. Yeah, yeah, you've got a nice croaked to it. Actually, talking about that, you did a video the other day where you, about people complaining about the heat. And then you sort of, your generic idiot voice of people that sort of like talk about, yeah, was very much an impression

of me.

But it wasn't supposed to be, man.

I don't know whether I don't know.

Very much.

It wasn't supposed to sound like myself.

When I watched it, I was chuckling to myself thinking, here he goes.

King Zing's on it again.

Other, uh, the old gagmer.

And, uh, I, uh, well, listen, man, I can only apologize because it must be a, I mean, I guess

that makes us even, doesn't it?

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