Fatal Fangs

Tarantulas… Come out to play-ay

I'm coming straight out of the underground

Got no time for some playtime ground and pound

I'm not playing around I'm come to strike

You'll be praying for misses

While I'll be tagging your misses

With double fang kisses

Bolt out the hole to take prey down whole

I see you come with tongs

I'll be quick this won't take long

Did you catch it? (Nope)

Too late don't try it and bait it

I'll leave you with a long wait

Cricket on the end becomes a long weight

You can't capture me

Wasted footage that no one will see

I'm lurking I'm watching I'm waiting

I'm seeing this big dumb ape human being

I'll waxworm my way into your psyche

I'll make a mealworm out of your legacy

You've come to win but it's my mission to make you view me as a sin

Lids open and out I go

Try and catch me but you're too slow

8 legs 6 eyes book lungs 2 fangs

And 1 will to leave your will outside to hang

It's your boy, it's fatal fangs...