Leathers And Feathers

Hey, make way for the lurker; a bonafide fiend and cattle perverter
Stripped down to his nothing at all, with a pot of body fluid decorating the walls
Whoa, here's something slow, and it's only gonna get faster
If I get my way, you'll end up dead on a tray, and I'll take a knife and cut off your balls
G-g-g-g get down!!!!

Call me, for what you need
Everything you want and more
You don't have to pay… we'll trade
I'll get to throw you off the 22nd floor

I like fried rice - Fired rice is nice
This can't be happening - why the fuck are you breathing?

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