This is a song about "Children of the damned"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I put the f in unk so i'll be damned if you start walking out

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,