Tarantula

Creeping over the hills, eight legs sky high
Lakes of white fluid poison marking her way
hairy giant in our world, she's an outcast
Among all, a fate she never chose
Killing simply to survive, a hunger matching her
Size, she's a monster on the loose

Tarantula-oh oh

Fighting back versus mankind, their bombs and their fire
victim of science, a man-made-monster
An act of gods all dressed in white, 
Revenge of nature 'gainst human pride, 
It's a Frankenstein creature
The first of many more to come, large killers
Made by men, hunting down their creators