Barbae! Got Jumped?

From afar I seen you grazing Then I thought to myself to skin you Inside my Earth I found you Alone as a freak Imp this racist being Imp the lounge in cheek I gather gold Like a panhandler foretold I believe in nothing Like the crab eating dead cousins Follow me if you will I'll wait for you beside this hill As the mountain I'll climb I find you before time.... Sands that run out... Time stands still Pull the trigger And down the hill For whatever side feeds me I'll still kill For it is my will And this is my sword A vegan never to be At my very knell