Lord Mob Di
I'm a Dirty Muhf**a
Straight to the Grave from the Gutter
Living off the pain from my Stomach
Brain tryna numb it but this hunger abundant
While im existing fresh flesh what I'm hunting
The scent of this Virgins bloods scrumptious
No need to murder em they like to serve em selves
Legs spread
I'm ready for supper
Its time for the s**ing she s** for Bone marrow
Apparent she wild she feral
Her parents gone ask bout the torn up apparel
That's if she make it home
Shouldn't have been alone
Past midnight I watch her roam
I creep up she ride with me
Whisper in her ear
Girl end ya life with me