Enter the Ripper!

With a drink smoke looking at a stripper!

In a mink coat pulling down her zipper!

Blink more than one time you may miss her!

When she creeps on you like "Mister,

Why are you acting strange?

Are you paranoid of fangs?

Your too paranoid to hang?

Afraid I'll slip into your veins?"

We get offered sex, when depressed,

Just to kill the pain.

She gets off on weed, liqour,

Methamphetamine, and Cain!

This darkness in me bares its fangs.

I nickname you "My ghetto flame!"

Grip the reigns,

All my boozers file your claims!

We get offered sex, when depressed!

Just to cure the pain.

She gets off on weed, liqour,

Methamphetamine, and Cain!

© Kevin Blue