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 twenty second floor

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