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Taste My Fist Lyrics

Artist: Freak Kitchen
Album: Spanking Hour

Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry â‚¬Ëœbout the balls that Iâ‚¬â„¢m crushing on you
Iâ‚¬â„¢m a sports fan, Iâ‚¬â„¢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 thatâ‚¬â„¢s not true â‚¬Ëœcos I can count to four
And Iâ‚¬â„¢m bitchinâ‚¬â„¢ 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!
Thereâ‚¬â„¢s nothing I wouldnâ‚¬â„¢t do as a hooligan
Iâ‚¬â„¢m a lobotomized I donâ‚¬â„¢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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