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 this song's about two grown men dressed up as a bird and a dog.
Welcome to the wolf and Al bonus episode.
Well, finally a bonus it's a bonus it's a bonus it's a bonus it's a bonus?
We're bonusing up inside the place?
We're bonusing up inside the place?
We're bonus, we're bonus we're bonusing up inside the place?