In the heart of the city, where streetlights flicker,

Where dreams die slow and shadows grow thicker,

Rules a king with a velvet cane,

A Pimp Named Slickback, drenched in disdain.

Feathers in his hat, rings on his hand,

Walking the block like he owns the land.

Voice like honey, but words like knives,

A master of taking and ruining lives.

Gold tooth glinting, a sly, sharp grin,

Cloaked in sin, where saints don’t win.

He built his throne on broken souls,

Hearts like coals in endless holes.

But every king needs a queen to reign,

A ruthless heart, immune to pain.

Enter Lock Jaw, his fiercest flame,

A bottom bitch with a bloodstained name.


Lock Jaw’s Bite

They say she bit a man clean through,

Split his lip, chewed flesh like glue.

A jaw of steel, a mind unbent,

Her rage a storm that heaven sent.

She walked the streets in six-inch heels,

A blade in her purse, a heart that heals

Only with vengeance, sharp and quick,

A ticking bomb with a deadly kick.

Her smile, a trap; her voice, a lure,

Soft as silk, but never pure.

She ruled the girls with a wicked claw,

The devil’s hand, the city’s law.

They feared her name, they feared her teeth,

The monster lurking underneath.

For when Lock Jaw bit, she never let go,

A vicious queen from head to toe.


The Reign of Slickback

Slickback’s words were gospel dark,

A preacher peddling broken hearts.

He whispered sweet, sold dirty dreams,

A puppeteer with twisted schemes.

He’d lace his love with chains and rope,

Give just enough to kindle hope.

Then snatch it back with cruel delight,

A demon dancing in the night.

His voice, a spell, a poison drip,

He ruled with fists and curling lip.

The streets his kingdom, pain his tool,

A masterclass in being cruel.

But Lock Jaw stayed, his perfect beast,

A savage queen at a twisted feast.

They fed on misery, drank despair,

A deadly pair beyond repair.


The Cracks in the Crown

Yet even monsters crack and fade,

And love can wilt like a rusted blade.

For Slickback’s rage, a tidal wave,

Dug Lock Jaw’s heart into a grave.

He pushed too hard, he broke her skin,

A war that neither side could win.

For every slap, she bit back twice,

A cycle steeped in fire and ice.

Her loyalty, a double-edged knife,

Bound by blood, but craving life.

She dreamed of freedom, distant skies,

Of breaking chains and severing ties.

But freedom’s price was steep and cruel,

A gamble in a rigged-out duel.

For Slickback owned her, body and soul,

A shattered woman he kept whole.


The Final Bite

One fateful night, the air turned still,

The streets grew quiet, the world stood ill.

Lock Jaw stood with eyes like fire,

Her body buzzing, hot with desire.

Slickback laughed, a cruel, cold sound,

Unaware of the fate he’d found.

For Lock Jaw’s love had rotted through,

Her heart beat red with something new.

She lunged — a beast, a rabid blur,

Her teeth sank deep, the world a stir.

She bit his neck, she tore his skin,

A monster clawing from within.

Blood spilled like wine upon the floor,

A crownless king, a reign no more.

Slickback gasped, his final breath,

A fitting end, a pimp’s cruel death.

Lock Jaw stood, her chest a heave,

A queen at last, free to leave.

She wiped her mouth, licked her teeth,

The streets now hers to rule beneath.


The Queen of the Streets

They say she roams the alleys now,

A crown of thorns upon her brow.

A legend born in blood and flame,

The city whispers Lock Jaw’s name.

She bites through lies, she tears through men,

A nightmare loose again and again.

The streetlights flicker, shadows crawl,

And every pimp fears Lock Jaw’s call.

For love is cruel, and power bites,

A savage beast that rules the nights.

And somewhere, in the city's maw,

Still reigns the queen — the dreaded Lock Jaw.