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Taste My Fist Lyrics

Artist: Freak Kitchen
Album: Spanking Hour

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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