Rats

[Verse 1] They don't eat, don't sleep They don't feed, they don't seethe Bare their gums when they moan and squeak Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet They don't push, don't crowd Congregate until they're much too loud Fuck to procreate until they are dead Drink the blood of their so called best friend [Chorus] They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare [Verse 2] They don't scam, don't fight Don't oppress an equal's given right Starve the poor so they can be well fed Line their holes with the dead one's bread [Chorus x2] [Outro] Rats, they don't compare [x2] Ben, the two of us need look no more [x2]