The Jezebel Spirit

Drop the act.
Cut the crap.
Talk shit me not or,
You’re in for an M-16 shot.
My money all you want
My honey all you got
Not some liquor baby
You pretty nasty!
Cut me some slack
Let a name out of your mouth
Don’t avoid the clash
Make believe all you want
Sow mischief and what-not
Haven’t got all day
For your idle words and
Defiant streak
You creep of the Antarctic
Harlot of the Netherworld
Split the land open
Awaken, be swallowed up
Into Valkyrie Gates
You reptilian, Jezebel!