Wings,ntiny feet,nyour mind I can't beatnIt rings,nyou're incomplete,ndue to the bullet, you're fried meatnnYou beaked little bitch,nthat feeling to see your body twitch,nlimp on the ground,nanother carcass to the moundnnAnnoying,nso pathetically proud,nyou chirp too fucking loud!nIn sights,ncrosshair adjusted right,nI've killed 100 tonight.nnYou beaked little bitch,nthat feeling to see your body twitch,nlimp on the ground,nanother carcass to the moundnnEVERY MORNING, IN THE COUNTRY OR TOWNnYOU MAKE THE SAME PATHETIC, HIGH-PITCHED FUCKING SOUNDnWITH A HAMMER I'LL POUND,nIN THE WATER YOU'll BE DROWNED,nI AM THE KING OF BIRD SLAUGHTER,nINSANE SERIAL KILLER I AM CROWNED.