You suck the blood out of Orcs
You live in the lairs deep and dark
Weave your webs all around
You’ve taken lives of them all -
And you want more
A First Age old bug
You're one mean evil thug
You're spawn of Ungoliant
and you live at Cirith Ungol...

Death on eight legs -
You’re lurking at the pass
Death on eight legs -
You’ve got a stinger on your a**
of your own -

Kill all - bad girl - big eating - web curl
You’re just an old spider hag
And your skin droops and sags
You don't like light
when it's day bright
But Sam smote you well - he was too tough

It hurt good - are you wounded how?
Do you feel like you could die now?
(I think you should)
Your lair dark and deep
now it's there where you creep
Do you feel hurt (feel hurt)?

You walk like a big oliphant
You’re just a bug like an ant
So no one likes you a damn
You’re just an overgrown spider
with an armoured hide -
You have venom, disease
You’re the queen of the sleaze
You have choppers where your mouth is
Mrs kill-all -
Are those webs that you weave
part of your deal? (Sauron!)

Death on eight legs -
You’re lurking at the pass
Death on eight legs -
You’ve got a stinger on your a**
of your own -

Insane - like your mom were
Mirkwood - is your spawn living there?
You’re a spider queen decaying in a tunnel of filth
Sam did make you perforated
She'll find herself null and dead
Make her extinct - she's extinct!