It can happen to you as well
There have been many that have fallen
When she calls, it might be your bell
Then, we all stand around, sullen
You could get taken on a trip
It has reached where it’s no longer that deep
Her hands are wet, cold; blood drips
She doesn’t need to be a wolf hiding among sheep
Her goons hate you with every inch
of their being. They neither scare nor flinch
When they’re done with you, you’re in a ditch
or render you helpless; she’s a cold ass bitch
Oh! Cry! Yes, cry to your God for deliverance
May He clear thy path, save you in advance