Boogeyman

(Oohhh)
(Oohhh)
I'm all about poetic justice
It means I call out fronting
I find it therapeutic when
A hunter's killed while hunting
Only by an animal
I'm not a fucking psycho
I'm one of the many
Boogeymen that I know
Each and every sitch that I bitch about
Gets a swift recovery and then I switch it out
And yeah I got a lot to be pissed about
Cuz the way you chat shit fills my head with doubt.
I can't believe those slurs just fall from your mouth
Such a fascist fuck its like I'm back down south
You think pussy makes you street
You think it grows your clout
You think the g-spot is where gangsters hang out.
You're a pussy boy,
I'm a pussy man.
I'm as chill as shit
You're the boogeyman.
Your girl is a dog
And she makes my dick soft,
So I threw her a stick
So that then she fucks off.
She was digging for ages
And looking for gold
And then after the changes
That shoulder was cold
-er than ice
And it's twice
That she groped on my dick.
And I'm hoping it sticks
When I open the lid
On the lie that you're living
And giving to others.
The fiction you're twisting
Is finally smothered.
So break, I'm sure that the flaws are not fixable
Vinsable rinsable I mean fuck sake
I'm sure that you saw that this whore is of course nothing (but a snake)
You make a real effort to give and all she does is take.
I'm all about poetic justice,
It means I call out fronting.
I find it therapeutic when,
A hunter's killed while hunting.
Only by an animal
I'm not a fucking psycho.
I'm one of the many
Boogeymen that I know.
They caught me standing
On the front room table
Dancing to Biggie
Speakers swinging by the cable
Know that I'm able
To fuck up your night
No way am I stable
I'll sustain the plight
My Stratagem
Is to Rat again
Then I'll Flatter them
When chatter ends
I will batter them
With the shattered ends
Of a bottle, bitch,
I will splatter friends
Hang Reeboks
From tree tops
See me drop
You won't though
My fee got
Much higher
In fact by
A boat load
Yo, that's the bogeyman speaking
I controlled this week
And he got the weekend
Make sure you hide well
Won't like his seeking.
Listen out carefully
The boogeyman is sneaking
(Nobody knows)
What the boogeyman says
How the boogeyman does
Who the boogeyman spares
(Nobody sees)
What the boogeyman tries
But the boogeyman knows
When he looks in your eyes.
I'm all about poetic justice,
It means I call out fronting.
I find it therapeutic when,
A hunter's killed while hun-