Red Meat Ravenous
Homeboy was hungry, nothing seemed to satiate him
but grilled flesh of beasts, he would go for miles,
walk, if he had to, let them call him a carnivore,
he was unconcerned, as long as that smoke filled his nostrils
the saliva would activate, Pavlof’s bell would ring
and he was off on a journey, tracking it down
in the long run its probably what killed him,
perhaps when you eat that much flesh, another predator comes
for you, everyone gets a bite.
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