I was crude bone and sharp teeth
Yeah!that was me
Happiness wasn’t my first home
I was placed into the hands of a man who killed his own
Then I was picked up by someone who had a lot of hate and vengeance in his heart I was used to even the score .
My next home was with an assassin who showed me death and passion
I have changed over the years I’m a lot sharper and more unique but in my soul I’m still crude bone and sharp teeth they will never get rid of me
I’m just what they need
In a tight squeeze I’ll slice up the flesh and watch you bleed
