Mama’s bearing her fangs right at me
Cool cubs wearing their fear like acne
Every time I flash a glare its power knocks shockwaves through their hair
Eyes bleed while my Claymore catches moonlight
Now every time I get a little brave it bends me out of shape
Every time I catch a little break I’m dying to escape
Traps sprung flailing bones and muscle
Weaponizing teenaged hustle
My bark nearly matches theirs, its wisdom and strength frightens bears
But the cross bow lies not dormant as their statuesque teeth.
As projectiles misfire, as unsteady hands wield the blade
My lips sh...