Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taste My Fist , by - Freak Kitchen. Song from the album Spanking Hour, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 11.03.1996
Record label: TSP-Thunderstruck
Song language: English
Taste My Fist |
| Football, baseball and racketball too |
| You should worry 'bout the balls that I’m crushing on you |
| I’m a sports fan, I’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 that’s not true 'cos I can count to four |
| And I’m bitchin' with a baseball bat in my private war |
| Taste my fist, smell my wrist |
| Spit your teeth out, taste my fist |
| Taste my fist |
| When it comes to starting riots: I am your man! |
| There’s nothing I wouldn’t do as a hooligan |
| I’m a lobotomized I don’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 |
| Taste my fist |
| Taste my fist, smell my wrist |
| Spit your teeth out, taste my fist |
| Taste my fist |
| Taste my fist, smell my wrist |
| Spit your teeth out, taste my fist |
| Taste my fist, smell my wrist |
| Spit your teeth out, taste my fist |
| Taste my fist |
| Taste my fist |