She’s no women not in my book

She thinks she’s Davy Crockett
Riding her motor bike
Carrying a rifle
On some violent hike
After killing the wild soul
And sped off with delight
A brain dead rotten so called hunter
Just a piece of shite
Clad in someone else’s skin
Beauty and the beast
These new age monsters
That’s all they are
From my point of view
Are the least
Human goodness knows why
They proudly get away
With murdering the innocent
And just drive away