Daughter of Anarchy

Enigma pulls in on her bike
Feeling the engine throb
Anxiety levels start to spike
But she's just looking for a job

Her card reads "Enigma Rose:
Have Weaponry, Will Travel"
One dude whips out his "fire hose"
And ends up face down in the gravel

"So you're the Sons of Anarchy,"
Enigma murmurs with a sneer
"No trouble far as I can see
And not much cause to fear"

Gang banging isn't in the cards
The Sons quickly realize
The whole town might end up in shards
If some bonehead grabs her thighs

The Sons just hire her on the spot
Trying to curb their lust
Dicks are hard but nerves are shot
So it's a tough call whom to trust

She goes ninja on another gang
Cooking up some meth
Leaves their skinned corpses out to hang
When the verdict comes up "death"

Enigma's offered a Son's patch
But she always rides alone
She may or may not meet the match
For a heart encased in stone.