Wings,
tiny feet,
your mind I can't beat
It rings,
you're incomplete,
due to the bullet, you're fried meat

You beaked little bitch,
that feeling to see your body twitch,
limp on the ground,
another carcass to the mound

Annoying,
so pathetically proud,
you chirp too fucking loud!
In sights,
crosshair adjusted right,
I've killed 100 tonight.

You beaked little bitch,
that feeling to see your body twitch,
limp on the ground,
another carcass to the mound

EVERY MORNING, IN THE COUNTRY OR TOWN
YOU MAKE THE SAME PATHETIC, HIGH-PITCHED FUCKING SOUND
WITH A HAMMER I'LL POUND,
IN THE WATER YOU'll BE DROWNED,
I AM THE KING OF BIRD SLAUGHTER,
INSANE SERIAL KILLER I AM CROWNED.


Lyrics submitted by Raptor45

Beaked Little Bitch song meanings
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