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