Fernando Colunga Ultimate Experience - Stevenology

There is no such a man
Such a gentle killing machine
There is no such a cook
For your last meal

He will serve it like a pro
He will cram it in your throat
Appetizer and main course
With the dessert at the end

Your blood is a vine
Your guts are the meal
And the specialty for finale
Is your roasted heart

Do you know now who's that man?
That slow-walking apocalypse
Are you aware of the fact
That you are already dead?

You've messed with a wrong guy
And there is no place to hide
From one angry cook
And his lethal pie

This is now his show
He will break your bones
He is now so damn mad
Your blood he will shed

Don't bother to scream for help
You will only waste your breath
This is where your journey ends
It is time to say: "farewell"

He is former navy seal
He is trained to kill
With his bare hands
He will squeeze your neck

Another level of the pain
Is called by his name
Say your prayers, my son
And drop that empty gun

He will split your head in two
He will make the barbecue
It is his favorite fun:
Unpunishable hit and run

He is lonely cowboy
And he has a ponytail
He is peaceful botanist
With just two deadly fists

He will kick you in your crotch
With such an artistic way
He will make you scrambled eggs
Which you'll never forget

This is now his show
He will break your bones
He is now so damn mad
Your blood he will shed

Don't bother to scream for help
You will only waste your breath
This is where your journey ends
It is time to say: "farewell"