Ugly mother fucker, but tearing hearts once the cannon blams
It’s the bloodthirst, hungry like the wolf, no Duran Duran
But stylistically I switch it up better than Manfred Mann
Matter of fact, Christmas oven heated up, going HAM on wax
Whatever does it make perfect sense? Or am I saying nothing at all?
At last I’m but a vapor, my resolve is to up and dissolve
Once I’m involved and they’ve got me back up to the wall
These suckers get mauled just try and make the punisher stall
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