Cannibalism.

Ain't time for no intimate hugs cause all of us are inmate thugs

Ripped livers and send shivers,we're like elixirs who kill lil pugs

For these fancies you must have electrical panties

You have nothing we fancy but to sell your internal auxiliaries

Perhaps we have some doves to let go in the air

And cook you like some crow back in our lair

We don't have time to cuff you up and kill you

But we have some wine to buck you up and fill you