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Carnivore
Carnivore
I roam the streets at night, stalk my prey
Watch your back, nobody’s safe
You won’t make it to the grave
You can scream, you won’t be saved
Just the echoes, cries and moans
All I leave is blood and bones
Closer to death, considered fresh
I crave for the taste of flesh
Carnivorous, and it’s God’s will
For me to live I have to kill
Sacrifices made each week
Strip the carcass, eat the meat
Digest these hoes, kill, repeat
Digest these hoes, kill, repeat
As savage as this all may seem
I am called the human being
Carnivore
Carnivore
Carnivore
Carnivore
Bloodthirsty, some may say
I have always been this way
Watched my mother clean a fish
Gut a chicken, make a dish
I eat life to stay alive
Even plants are still alive
Carnivorous, I don’t lie
Beware of me, I will survive
Carnivore
Carnivore
City streets are my domain
Cut the victims, bleed the veins
Nightly news gives my report
Sometimes I just kill for sport
Black or white, I have no race
Double barrel to your face
Leave you lying on your back
I am known to roam in packs
Ever since the birth of man
Humans died by human hand
Swords, bullets, guns, and knives
Armies, countries, gangs, and tribes
Barbaric wars of mega death
Animals that stand erect
Murder, and we lust for more
Yes, I am the carnivore