The Wolf
Little Red Riding Hood
You just think you're so fucking good
All I wanted was a snack from your basket
Now your grandma will end up in a casket
While you are out picking a flower
I will make sure granny will cower
I hope you don't think I'm crazy
Having to wander the woods for food would make you dazy
I put on her clothes
and covered my toes
Tapping my claws on her bed
I am waiting for you Red
I hope you are ready to be dead
Channeling my inner Woolf
I AM THE WOLF!
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