Taste My Fist lyrics
Song information
Artist: Freak Kitchen Album: Spanking Hour
Lyrics
Football, baseball and racketball too You should worry 'bout the balls that i'm crushing on you I'm a sports fan, i'm above the law And my mission in life: dr martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all But that's not true 'cos I can count to four And i'm bitchin' with a baseball bat in my private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man! There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think A molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
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