Текст (слова) песни: Freak Kitchen - Taste My Fist

Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry bout the balls that Im crushing on you
Im a sports fan, Im 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 thats not true cos I can count to four
And Im bitchin 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!
Theres nothing I wouldnt do as a hooligan
Im a lobotomized I dont have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink

Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
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