Carnivore (Barbecult Act 2)

Like to feel the smell of flesh roasting
Of the fat chop soaked in olive oil
Salivating of wish, when I see the blood flow and dripping
When the frying begins
I like when the fried skin stay crispy
Tight, fillet, and a dose of whisky
Salad is good, just
To chew bloody protein

Makes me ready for one more day
Vegetarians must fight for they believe
The humanity never will convert totally
Black bean stew contains pork
Real barbecue bleeds
Vegetable meat don't give the same pleasure
I have canine in my mouth
They aren't trace
And grinding meat and bones
Till the day I die