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Leading her heated prey
Into the darkest corners of the city
In the dead of night
Away from prying eyes
Heart racing hot to murder pitch
Sex and death on her mind!

Inviting their lust, their pleasure for a price
Taking their hand down between her thighs
Desperate men, so easy they fall
Their lungs full of her knife
And their blood covers the walls
The horror of it all!

She's a bitch of a son
The night isn't over till murder is done
Bitch of a son

Death in the alley way
Given no time to scream as her metal meets the meat
Expression horrified, clinging futile to life
With a handful of hermaphrodite

A single predator, she's two of a kind
Taking their life from between their thighs
Desperate men, so easy they fall
Their lungs full of her knife
And their blood covers the walls
The horror of it all!

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