I'm eating a head, in my bed,
And its spit smells like shit.
The man in the grocery said it was mean,
To be careful when biting in it.
I've bit the head, it's bloody red,
The blood sauce as they say.
Heads of poor people, unbelievers and rascals,
Are on bumper sale today.
My group is the best, our caps attest,
Our invisible man is the best in invisibility.
Other people are stupid, what they say insipid,
Their concepts make sense shitty.
We hang their gang, or plain bang-bang,
Belong or die we enforce.
Think how we think, or we say you stink,
Become part of dinner in course.
