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