Weasel Letra

not to mention my white boy hide is one big open wound.
My extremities are dismembered, and my poor old face is cut.
And now here comes those razor teeth--they're lunging for my butt!
They drink my Beck's, they fry on X, and all they do is rave.
So one day I got sick of them, and I threw them in the goddamn microwave.
Skankin' weasel, skankin' weasel! Weasel, weasel!
I turned the knob to "super high" and pressed the button "cook."
But then I saw the cord chewed through, and then the weasel booked.
He darted in the kitchen and into the living room.
I ran after him throwing knives and swinging my old broom.
I swang and swang but did not hit--the weasel was too fast.
So I got out my pocket knife and I hit one in the ass.
Finally got a hold of one--the death sentence was dealt.
I popped him in the pressure cooker and watched him slowly melt