Negative Øhio - I'm Hungry and Covered in Blood (Just Another Tuesday Night)

Mr. Honeywell, my father has the craziest phobia about me eating their clients
Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide

Betty, call up the deluxe catering service
Tell 'em I want dinner for three in my apartment tonight
Have a man come over with the menu
(Right away, Mr. Honeywell)

Oh, I have an idea
All thick and creamy and seasoned just right! (Love it)
Roasted a golden brown and set with oyster dressing
Mmm, sounds wonderful
Then that's what I'm gonna fix for you tonight at Mr. Honeywell's apartment
See you then

He's liable to lose his life unless he gets his junk out of here
Feed me
And have we got a wonderful dinner waiting for you
Feed me

I'm drooling, gimme that ladle (I haven't finished yet)
I said give it to me
Mmm, I can hardly wait

Oh my god
Mmm

By the way, we have decided to make it a little surprise for her father
So don't say anything when you eat all of that

Freddie, we'll make this the perfect dinner

I know what we'll do

Mmm

You have to admit, I cooked up a wonderful new meal for you
I'll say you did, you almost sent us up in smoke

Feed me

I knew it, here comes trouble

She came out and shot me right in the eye
I know just what you mean
I shot one of their salesmen myself the other night

Mmm

A policeman

Oh no
I'll get them out of here if they have to jump out of windows

You would unpopulate the whole skid row
Well, you can forget about it

Ouch, my head
Ow
Am I hurt much?
Um, you're perfectly alright, your eye's getting black, though

Feed me

Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide

It can't be true
Now I know what your poor father is going through

Oh, I was only trying to help, everybody
To what, a hospital?

You're nothing but a big stuffed shirt with a BB calendar for a heart

That's alright, Dad, I'm so mad I could fight every man in this room

The patient came to me with a large hole in his abdomen
Caused by a fire poker used on him

Feed me

Every time something goes wrong with one of their deals, they always blame me

Drugs, drugs, drugs
I sold pot without a license to a, a policeman

Written by:
Giga Koops, Nightmare Lyre

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