One foot on your chest and one hand on my belly Pray tell me who is best Is it the face of an angel Is it the face of an angel You are in the lear jet, me I am in the jungle Coming through the skies Coming through the skies Coming at each other I'll rip you to shreds I'll rip you to shreds I'm making soup from your bones Clogging up your drains I'm making soup from your bones Clogging up your drains I'm a slow rider I'm a slow rider 'Cause I'm a slow rider 'Cause I'm a slow rider