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

Hello

And welcome to the wolf for now

We're coming inside and we don't know how It to the wolf for now.

We're coming inside and we don't know how.

It's the wolf.

It's the owl.

He's lowering his golf clubs.

He doesn't want to give away his wealth.

How are you?

Well, as you said wealth, I look like I'm recording this.

Since we've been planning to move, my office has become essentially a, just a pit of all the crap that we don't use anymore.

Apart from my golf clubs. Actually, even my golf clubs are not using them as much. And people, stuff has just been, everywhere I look is just things. It's just stuff to try and make the rest of the house that's neat that's just been pushed into my office

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