I need a change of pace think I'll start with your barbecued face
Stop me if you can I'll have your toes in the fryin' pan
I dine with a touch of class remember that when I chew your ass
Yummy yummy yummy I love the taste of your tummy
My guitar wanna sever your head
My guitar wanna kill you dead
I'll put you in the micro told you not to fuck with a psycho

You'll end up on my plate all hacked up what a fate
Me male - you lunch
I'll have my sister for brunch
I'm on a human diet gimme som now or I'll start a riot
I'm gonna roast you black wolf you down then go get a six-pack