Category : Poems

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You call me your mother fucking boy 

Your the reason why I carry around this toy

I'm in safe mode mixed being paranoid 

I'm a threat this not need be to told

Together we got so bold heart so cold

But who fuck it up not to be told

Played out your too fucking old

Keep fucking it up by calling me your boy

I know I ain't your boy  

But I'm the real McCoy 

I can't be seen until the red beam

Pow pow 

Wake up it's all a dream