I’m a cold-blooded beast, can’t fake my appetite,

Snappin’ jaws on the beat, yeah, I’m built for the bite.

Ain’t no shame in the grind, I was born to compete,

It’s survival in my skin — I was made for the meat.

I don’t knock the greens, let the plant-lovers dine,

Omnivores mixin’ plates, that’s they lane, not mine.

I ain’t givin’ commands, never tellin’ how to move,

I just bare what I got — let the weapon be the proof.

These fangs, these fangs, yeah, the bite don’t lie,

These fangs, these fangs, keep the hunger alive.

These fangs, these fangs, cut the silence in two,

These fangs, these fangs — that’s the truth I chew.

Fangs out, can’t change what I am,

Cold blood runnin’ deep, no shame in the plan.

From the hunt to the cage, still the truth remains,

I was born for the bite, I was made for the fangs.

But the hunter feels the shadow when the night runs deep,

Even scales get pierced, even giants can bleed.

Cold river my throne, still the silence reminds,

In the cycle of the fang, I can fall in the line.

I’m the jaws, I’m the terror, but I’m target as well,

Every predator knows there’s a predator’s hell.

So I swim with the truth that the wild don’t choose,

What you chase, chasin’ back — that’s the life I bruise.

Now the iron bars guard me, not the bite I defend,

Crowds watchin’ from the glass, like I’m some kinda friend.

No chase, no fear, just a meal on the tray,

Strange peace in the cage, yeah, it feels okay.

I was built for the wild, but the comfort’s a twist,

No blood on the water, just the sun that I miss.

From the fang to the fence, it’s a life redefined,

Even beasts find a home when the world’s redesigned.

Fangs out, can’t change what I am,

Cold blood runnin’ deep, no shame in the plan.

From the hunt to the cage, still the truth remains,

I was born for the bite, I was made for the fangs.