Get Pitted… So Pitted

Let's grab the boards, and hit the beach
Watery temple within reach 
A barefoot stroll across the dunes
Waves are crashing..my surfing tunes 

Clutch the blade and sprint to the shore 
Paddling out..couldn't ask for more
Some tasty sets are rolling in
Fuck my life.. do you see that fin?

It must be huge..time to turn back
I'm too young..to become a snack 
Stroking softly will be the key 
Hope to God it doesn't see me 

Turn towards shore and look behind
Death certificate being signed
Massive shadow in the wave
Right behind me..an early grave 

I pull my parts onto the board 
Say a quick prayer..help me Lord 
The fin goes under..my heart stops
I can hear the shark lick his chops

Seconds start to take forever 
Surfing trip: my last endeavor?
Head breaches, and teeth rip my thigh
Not chill, man..I don't wanna die

Shakes me so I let out a scream 
Pinch myself..I hope it's a dream
Pulls me into his salty lair 
Gnaws on my bones until they're bare

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