Yum.
Yo, what 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 wear the wolf and owlah 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 the murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows.
Fuck their censorship, let em 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 you hear is a huff apuff 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.
Yo, yo, wolf and hell inside the.
Place rumble, tell your friend the wolf and hell inside the place we don't beg no friend oh, my gosh.
Inside the place at the Spotify studio, we should have got changed because we've done two episodes in a row.
Romesh, Tom Wolf, Al.
Does it ever, like, you know, like, with the not change?
I keep thinking, like, when we do these in the studio, we need to bring, like, a change of clothes.
Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Yeah, like that.
I mean, you could take off.