Mister Fister

Verse

Bending over, bowing deep,
ready to take them elbow-deep.
Inhaling, exhaling more rapidly,
quickly preparing for a pain so sweet.

Pre-chorus

There is anticipation,
the double-fists are closing in.
Painful screams, they break the tension,
the double-fists are sinking in.

Chorus

He is the terror of the nation
He's not afraid to grab some shit
He has the knuckles of a mighty god
He has great hands but they fit

Lead

Verse

She's all shaky, feeling heat,
ready to end the pain indeed.
Screaming and bleeding intensively,
begging an end for the pain so sweet.

Pre-chorus

There is anticipation,
but the fists are moving fast.
He pulls them out it ends the screaming,
the double-fists are smelling bad.

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