Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

1
Now out of Ti-me-the 
Jig is Up! But-t.
-If you Want to Know,
Af-ter Ten Thir-ty.


And the Whole Place,
Sm-ell like Fu-ck!
When her Boyfriend 
Home From work Ear-ly.


Asking whose Phone 
That Bounce-ing Off,
The Ki-tchen TA-ble
Codeing E-MERGE-N.C?


Locks Door Put on 
The Chain and Slam
Dead Bolt ca-use Some 
Body Go-nna Get hurT!




(Chorus)
SomeBody Go-nna Get
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 
SomeBody Go-nna Get 
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 


As He Lock the Door 
Chain and Dead Bolt,
SomeBody Go-nna Get hurT!
Go-nna  Get hurT!


2
While Deep in-Side the O
-Pened Wide Her eyes Froze.
With 1 Fin-ger Over my 
Mouth She Whis-pered
O-h No  He’-s Home!


So in-stan-tly I 
Quietly Stop Drop and Roll,
Un-der the Bed and 
Be-gin silent-ly Hid-ing.


Bitch you Didn’t Tell 
Me He a Cop!
As I try not to 
Hype My Breath-ing,


Block-ed by The
Fu-cken Dead Bolt,
As Him Pull his Gun 
And Start Search-ing.


(Chorus)
SomeBody Go-nna Get
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 
SomeBody Go-nna Get 
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT,
As He Lock the Door 
Chain and Dead Bolt,
SomeBody Go-nna Get hurT!
Go-nna  Get hurT!


SomeBody Go-nna Get
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 
SomeBody Go-nna Get 
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT,
As He Lock the Door 
Chain and Dead Bolt,
SomeBody Go-nna Get hurT!
Go-nna  Get hurT!


3
Where There’s a Fire 
There’s Lots of Smoke 
Dick Look what The 
Fuck you Got Us  in-to.


Between a Lo-ad-ed 
Gun and Dead Bolt,
The O-nly Re-treat A 
Dis-tant Win-dow.


I -could intr’duce 
My-Self I Sup-pose.
Come from Be-teen 
The Bed-post We-ll,


Maybe if I Was 
Fully clothed And,
The Whole Place did
Not Smell like Fuck!


(End )
SomeBody Go-nna Get
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 
SomeBody Go-nna Get 
HurT Body Go-nna Get hurT! 


As He Lock the Door 
Chain and Dead Bolt,
SomeBody Go-nna Get hurT!
Go-nna  Get hurT!