i am the boogyman, evil specter in the nite,
i take joy in my passion for taking others lives,
i creep in the dark and i hide in the shadows,
no tellin how your gonna end, but its bound too be bad tho,
i bring a sling blade with me, its harvesting nite,
folks call me the pumpkin head and scream for theyre lives,
and when that red mist sprays i bath in its glory,
"BELEAVE WHEN FOLKS TELL YOU THE BOOGYMAN STORY"
the boogyman
I cant believe you slept with the guy
and then lied,
hid it from me for 5 months, then on thanksgiving nite,
you broke down and told me with those tears in your eyes,
i was shocked and appalled when you gave me the news,
i know i did you wrong ( i never cheated), but i thought we was cool,
but i guess not, you had this man up in your wet spot,
said you was fucked up and shit got hot,
then how the motha-fuck do you remember the time length?
only three fuckin minutes? like that change what my mind think,
a good man, is what you lost for good smut,
but you aint think about it then, no, not even once.
ghost
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