Taste My Fist Lyrics - Spanking Hour - Freak Kitchen

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 

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