Darkness
02-11-2007, 03:30 AM
I found this ten minutes ago lookin through my old ryhmes..I wrote this when i was the most fucked up..mentally..I use to write about crazy shit..I sound like a child molester or something in this verse..
I give kids nightmares have shakin with the shivers
shortly before the face ripping with scissors
Im the boogeyman, fear the closet whispers
in my basement i deposit pictures in a dufflebag with locked zippers
under all the empty bottles of liqour
I wait for mommy to tuck you in, then you kiss her
She turns the lights off and suddenly they flicker
you sit up in your bed, hear a whisper
you turn ya head to the closet, heart beatin quicker
slowly approach the door touch the knob with one finger
Gently turn the handle..Open the door**SCREAM**
all they found was blood on the floor from the closet it poured
got one more stop to make then its a feast of four
im the beast fuck the devil ill shit on his horns
Hear a low soundin growl..Assume its the storm
claimed about 40 now.Bitches aint assumin no more
From the bed to the floor into the closet
ducktape ya mouth, grab my favorite object
go with the grims sickle
stop movin lil boy, you'll only feel a tickle
whisper my name while i watch ya blood trickle
Mr.Grim,Mr.Grim, into the closet children follow him
Nothing special i just cant believe i wrote this,lol
I give kids nightmares have shakin with the shivers
shortly before the face ripping with scissors
Im the boogeyman, fear the closet whispers
in my basement i deposit pictures in a dufflebag with locked zippers
under all the empty bottles of liqour
I wait for mommy to tuck you in, then you kiss her
She turns the lights off and suddenly they flicker
you sit up in your bed, hear a whisper
you turn ya head to the closet, heart beatin quicker
slowly approach the door touch the knob with one finger
Gently turn the handle..Open the door**SCREAM**
all they found was blood on the floor from the closet it poured
got one more stop to make then its a feast of four
im the beast fuck the devil ill shit on his horns
Hear a low soundin growl..Assume its the storm
claimed about 40 now.Bitches aint assumin no more
From the bed to the floor into the closet
ducktape ya mouth, grab my favorite object
go with the grims sickle
stop movin lil boy, you'll only feel a tickle
whisper my name while i watch ya blood trickle
Mr.Grim,Mr.Grim, into the closet children follow him
Nothing special i just cant believe i wrote this,lol