I see you running away oh precious meal
I see you trying to hide from me
Why do you hide?
You cannot live without me.
You've been domesticated to serve as my feast.
The wild is no place for you.
So come back to me my sweet, and I'll feed you as much as you want.
Come back to me my sweet, and I'll love you before the hunt.
After all, you're my favorite cattle.
I'll savor every bite.
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Wouldn't your a** like to know? Probably yo mama
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Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me. I don't care for that kind of negativity.
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