I could torture or tear apart,
The very female i dislike,
Up all up on the man i 'like'...
But then if she were gone,
Another would just step up,
I could deal with this,
For i would have a feast.

Believe me when i say-
You should join this mix,
If your as 'rabied' as you so 'claim',
Then a little blood...
With your fame,
Is what you just need...

With 'unholy' things in mind,
Splash of Colong to hid that smell,

With Fangs Pearly White,
A sparckal'an'shine,
A little arm'n'hammer,

With Claws sharp as nails,
Becareful...
We don't won't to hurt 'Him',
But her we do,

So Aim true,
Be sure not to miss,
Or you can Kiss your chance goodbye...

Bishi,
Hunk...
Guy,
Male,
HAWTY!
Wahtever you call him,
His still up for grabs,
Until only one of us,
Still stands...

Will it be you?
Are you able to put aside-
Getting 'dirty'
A broken nail?
Helemet hair?
Torn heels?
A fashion disaster?

If your not...
Then keep to the Sidewalk,
For We...
Hold no place for you...

Unless your able to bite...
Fight claw and fang...
Stand muddy water...

Diamonds hold no place in our soul,
Matching bags do us no good,
Comfortable clothing allows us to move,

Few deviced we carry,
To snag us our wish...
Reverting to our instinct,
Looking for what we crave...

Are You Civil?
Or will you allow the Wild Side?

Come join us,
If your ture,
Grab a Shovel,
Jump into the Grand Canyon,
And Come dig with us.

But as we may bond,
It's a sad tail,
turth be told,
After the 'Prize' is claimed,
By all's hard work,
only one my claim 'Him'...
As Theirs...

Securing 'Him',
Only winning
...After....we fight one another...