Young Little Meat

Young little meat

When I'm down on the street

I'm lookin' at their young little meat

She might be five - she might be ten

I'll take her home and slip it in

Young little piece of meat

You're the youngest you see

I don't ******' care

If you ain't got no cunt hair

You're young little meat

Young little meat

Hangin' out on Elm Street

You think you're ******' sweet

But you are a piece of meat

Young little meat

Meat

You're young little meat

You might be four - you might be sweet

You might be five - you might be ten

I take it out and slip it in

Young little meat

Young little meat

Young little meat

You're always teasin' me

And when I'm done you will bleed

I'll put you down to the ground

And you'll cry

You wish you never were around

Around

Young little meat