Taste My Fist

Freak Kitchen
Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry â"š¬í‹Å“bout the balls that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m crushing on you
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a sports fan, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢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"š¬â"ž¢s not true â"š¬í‹Å“cos I can count to four
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m bitchinâ"š¬â"ž¢ 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"š¬â"ž¢s nothing I wouldnâ"š¬â"ž¢t do as a hooligan
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a lobotomized I donâ"š¬â"ž¢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