Sat in the car with my cousin Peter,
eyeing up the easy meat.
I send him to speak to the ones that are young,
thin and petite.

Not hard to seduce. They've suffered abuse.
My hands in their underwear.
He knows to befriend those currently in
social care.

I tell him to look for girls in their early teens.
Girls the same age as him. I only want virgins.

Over the months, he gains their trust,
plies ‘em with bottles of wine.
When they've drunk enough, give ‘em a puff,
offer ‘em a line.

Soon they'll be hooked - in need of a fix.
Peter gives me a phone.
I take ‘em down to the dark side of town,
miles away from home.

Pump them with booze and drugs. Take them to a friend's home.
No need for kisses and hugs; just hold them down and rip off their clothes.

Pump them with drugs and booze. Force them onto a bed.
Whatever hole you choose there'll be no punishment.
I know the judge.

After I’m done, I’m wiping my cum
on one girl's t-shirt.
She’s covered in blood from her broken-in cunt,
she cries “it hurts”.

Jake has a bash, rams in her twat,
whilst Jeremy holds her down.
The other girl’s sick all over my dick
as I pound, pound, pound.

I'll pick you up at six on Friday.
There's more men to introduce you to.
Here's some cash. Try to spend it wisely.
By the way, Peter says that you
have a sister who’s somewhere around two
years younger than you.

If you tell anyone about this
we'll fuck your little sister too.
If you tell the police about this
we will know everything you do.
They can't protect you.
We have friends there too.
They'll tell us what you tell them about us.
There will be reprisals.
Don't even think about it.
Keep your mouth shut and do what we say.

There'll be no punishment from the law.
We’ve got friends working on the force.
There'll be no attention from police.
Cos when they hear my name, investigations cease.
There'll be no punishment from the law.
We can turn all these girls into whores
and there’s fuck all that you can do about it.

There'll be no punishment from the law.
We have friends working on the force.
There'll be no attention from police.
They know not to stray into our streets!
There'll be no punishment from the law.
We’ll keep fucking these tasty young whores!

I get a call months later
from a friend in the police force.
My girl's at his station,
she's about to make a report.

I call up Peter,
tell him to find Jen's little sister Natalie.
We bring her back to mine
and take a sneering, nasty, little selfie.

I text the picture to Jen,
"It’s your choice, it’s your choice".
She responds rapidly;
looks like she's lost her snitching voice.

Replaced with a begging squeak,
"I've left! Please leave her alone".
I drive the sister back,
scheming and dreaming of getting her alone.
Planning ways to make Jennifer atone.

For the next four months we sell her every night.
Sell to five men at once, they can split the price.
What we do when girls go speaking to the law:
punish them so badly they won’t snitch no more.

There's easy meat out on the streets!
There's easy meat out on the streets!
There's easy meat, there's easy meat!
There's easy meat out on the streets!

A proven method
that works everywhere:
make money from girls left in social care.
Pay off the police.
They take the bribes or they end up deceased.

Silence the girls
through violence and pain.
Threaten their families if they abstain.
Hook them on cocaine.
You'll pound their cunts again and again and again.

There's easy meat out on the streets!
There's easy meat out on the streets!
There's easy meat, there's easy meat!
There's easy meat out on the streets!

If you take out
fresh, tasty meat
and place it outside on the street.
Leave it unguarded,
and the cats come and eat...

Whose fault is it?
The cats’ or the meat?
The problem is the unguarded meat.
If she was in her room,
in her home, not out alone,
no problem would have occurred.

Back in the car with my cousin Peter,
driving around the streets.
Jenny O.D.’ed. We're in desperate need
of some fresh meat.