Beaked Little Bitch Lyrics

Wings,

tiny feet,

your mind I can't beat

It rings,

you're incomplete,

due to the bullet, you're fried meat



You beaked little bitch,

that feeling to see your body twitch,

limp on the ground,

another carcass to the mound



Annoying,

so pathetically proud,

you chirp too fucking loud!

In sights,

crosshair adjusted right,

I've killed 100 tonight.



You beaked little bitch,

that feeling to see your body twitch,

limp on the ground,

another carcass to the mound



EVERY MORNING, IN THE COUNTRY OR TOWN

YOU MAKE THE SAME PATHETIC, HIGH-PITCHED FUCKING SOUND

WITH A HAMMER I'LL POUND,

IN THE WATER YOU'll BE DROWNED,

I AM THE KING OF BIRD SLAUGHTER,

INSANE SERIAL KILLER I AM CROWNED.