Killing Machine Pt. 2

Killing machine, so primitive and so fucking mean
Always hungry and hunting for more
Eating away, on every woman, girl and feminine spray
I hunt for beauty, I live for the slay

Got no control of my body and my soul
Eating alone, on my filthy throne of bones

I know people have screamed my name
Calling out for me to claim my fame
Just a hungry mofo eating away
Cannibalistic tendencies to slay
My instincts are all that I am

Got no control of my body and my soul
Eating alone, on my filthy throne of bones

I am the killing machine

I have been taught to see just what I see
Flesh, bloody flesh, staring at me
Animals are created to feed humanity
Humanity will die, cause of people like me

People like me are hungry

This is my last meal, cause I am next on the plate
It's our way of life, all of us, life without love or hate

Mr Primitive needs no ears for the pleas
We are basic, run by instincts we are hungry and we will feed
On you, on ourselves, on anything that bleeds