The fear fills me
It makes my canines tingle
Well, you see
I really want to giggle
You don't know what's to come,
you don't feel it, do you?
Trust me i'll share,
But first, you must say a prayer
My rhymes are slick
My thoughts are sick
But don't judge by this little piece
Turn the page, and all i ask is don't run to the police.
