Protesting Munchies

Pieces of titties and pussies scattered all about the floor
I’ve got a semi erection but I just can’t eat any more
Hahaha the stench is smothering, the walls are painted with blood and shit
I’m going back through these fucking purses for an over looked hit

All up in the corner prying one bag out of a bitches hands
She’s twenty-four hours dead and I still can’t get that purse out of that hand
Clutched in some death defying grip this shit had better have money in it
It took a sledgehammer and a crowbar to get the money and those fucking hits

Please get the fucking tools out it time for the full moon to bless the sky
This is when I transform into my real self, when I get fucking high
When my nails fucking grow and then hook into claws
Fur grows all over my body breaking all natural laws

My nose and chin protrudes forming a muzzle or a snout
Extra teeth starts painfully growing with fangs sticking out of my mouth
My ears pricked up just as I hit that first line
Popped an uncollasped vein and now I’ve got killing on my mind

Totally focus I can see and smell my prey as they are protesting near
They don’t like this race or that race and I can smell all of the fear
They think that every fucking one should look and think just like them
They never even noticed as I entered and moved among them

I listened to their speeches and their cheers, and hid my roars and snarls
Their minds and psyches were sickening, all twisted and gnarled
Yes this was a feeding, one that had dark energy to no end
I tore one of them apart in a Porta-John, but that was just to begin

Slowly and oh so carefully the tally began to rise
I was seen and unseen while keeping my eyes on the fucking prize
He was at the mic spewing pure unadulterated hate
While I stood there thinking of the many ways to end his fucking fate

Fifteen more minutes and catch him alone in his trailer out back
Take another fucking snort so that I can be in beast mode for this attack
Don’t try to scream you bitch ass motherfucker, as I grabbed him by the throat
Claws going to work ripping him out of his pants, vest, and coat

Still trying to get away as he felt my claws sinking into his back and chest
Blood spraying up into my face and mouth, and yes this one taste the best
Claws and fangs waging war against flesh leaving straps and strips
With me and the walls painted in him, I prepared myself for another fucking trip