Boogyman
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
Here comes the boogeyman
You fucking pussy fag
Bitch you can't shoot me man
If you fucking value yo life
Give me your fucking wife
Before I stab you with my knife
"Honey where's the kids"
Fuck that better call the pigs
With the shottie to yo ribs
So quit giving me fibs
And get on your fucking knees
Do I have to use my piece
To have you rest in peace
Where's your fucking niece
I wanna drive her with my lease
With her in the trunk screaming
Crying for help bleeding
"Mr Trent please fucking stop
Someone call the fucking cops"
Sorry you stupid fucking bitch
I have to dump you in the ditch
This is why I do shit
So when you see me dust smoking
I ain't just joking
I'm so dangerous
From the angel dust
Mixed with bath salt packets
With casings like a basket
I was crazy since I was a baby
A killer since I was born
And rehearsed by the lord
Of my first coming
So you can't touch me
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
The boogeyman's in your house
Probably raping yo fucking spouse
Hanging her by her fucking blouse
Can't you hear that bitch shout
"Get the fuck out
Get outta my fucking home"
I step in wit da fucking chrome
Shoot up the whole place up
Even the neighbors wake up
To the sounds of guns firin
You don't even hear sirens
Relax bitch it's a home invasion
With my clip racin
Drillin and killin
Yo women and children
It's just mass murder
When I pack burners
Get lost and hide
Before it's another homicide
And you're the one that's dead
Chrome to your temple
With yo head full of lead
Without a pencil
For me it's that simple
Blasting my fucking pistol
I can get your girl laid
And blown up like the world trade
Before she's at a party dancin
Like I'm Charlie Manson
Then hold yo kids for ransom
So don't call the fucking pigs
Forget the three digits
I've got a hot biscuit
For all you dip shits
I'm a natural born misfit
Better get yo wrist slit
Like dip spit
Not even Jehovahs can witness
This shit
I'm married to Satan
When my clip is racin
And you're in a lake dead
I'd never wanna be ya
I've got a full semiautomatic
And I wanna see ya dead
Die ya pot hoes faggot
I turned ya pits ta craters
I'm an instigator
Send ya bitch ta maker
Say hi to the lord
You fucking whore
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
Here comes the boogeyman
You fucking pussy fag
Bitch you can't shoot me man
If you fucking value yo life
Give me your fucking wife
Before I stab you with my knife
"Honey where's the kids"
Fuck that better call the pigs
With the shottie to yo ribs
So quit giving me fibs
And get on your fucking knees
Do I have to use my piece
To have you rest in peace
Where's your fucking niece
I wanna drive her with my lease
With her in the trunk screaming
Crying for help bleeding
"Mr Trent please fucking stop
Someone call the fucking cops"
Sorry you stupid fucking bitch
I have to dump you in the ditch
This is why I do shit
So when you see me dust smoking
I ain't just joking
I'm so dangerous
From the angel dust
Mixed with bath salt packets
With casings like a basket
I was crazy since I was a baby
A killer since I was born
And rehearsed by the lord
Of my first coming
So you can't touch me
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
The boogeyman's in your house
Probably raping yo fucking spouse
Hanging her by her fucking blouse
Can't you hear that bitch shout
"Get the fuck out
Get outta my fucking home"
I step in wit da fucking chrome
Shoot up the whole place up
Even the neighbors wake up
To the sounds of guns firin
You don't even hear sirens
Relax bitch it's a home invasion
With my clip racin
Drillin and killin
Yo women and children
It's just mass murder
When I pack burners
Get lost and hide
Before it's another homicide
And you're the one that's dead
Chrome to your temple
With yo head full of lead
Without a pencil
For me it's that simple
Blasting my fucking pistol
I can get your girl laid
And blown up like the world trade
Before she's at a party dancin
Like I'm Charlie Manson
Then hold yo kids for ransom
So don't call the fucking pigs
Forget the three digits
I've got a hot biscuit
For all you dip shits
I'm a natural born misfit
Better get yo wrist slit
Like dip spit
Not even Jehovahs can witness
This shit
I'm married to Satan
When my clip is racin
And you're in a lake dead
I'd never wanna be ya
I've got a full semiautomatic
And I wanna see ya dead
Die ya pot hoes faggot
I turned ya pits ta craters
I'm an instigator
Send ya bitch ta maker
Say hi to the lord
You fucking whore
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep again
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Writer(s): Ethan Peterson
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