You want your revenge
You want blood and guts
Someone took what's not his

Well that's homo, but
That ain't sapien
Leave dumb dying to kids

I'm a scientist
I'm a modern man
I like my blood where it is

So I have no heart
I'm a chicken shit
Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Hey, you don't want to do it
That ain't your style
It's survival of the fittest
You're talking wild

Fuck that sacked up scene
You don't have that gene
You want to go for a ride

When your ears get hot
Whether right or not
I've always been by your side

Now you've evolved a mouth
You evolved a gun
But I'm concerned for your mind

This ain't no nature show
Fuck me if I won't go
Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Hey, you don't want to do it
That ain't your style
It's survival of the fittest
You're talking wild


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Saliva of the Fittest song meanings
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