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

Yo, you recorded?

I'm recording, yeah.

Wow.

Okay, so welcome to the wall for now.

We've got a little bit of a situation here.

I'm going to be honest.

I'm quite stressed out about it.

Your laptop is falling apart, right?

Well, I don't know if it's falling apart,

but it keeps kicking us out.

Well, it keeps kicking me out of Zoom.

Right.

This is our fifth attempt at trying this.

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