I kill guppies
Maybe even puppies
I have a sick mind you see
I don’t feel sorry
For that big lorry
That turned turtle by the tree
Nor do I say all
Of us should have a ball
Or that it’s always nice to be free
I like to impose
My fist on your nose
Sometimes I like to be
Terrible furious
Altogether curious
And sometimes I’m crazy
I like yucky things
Locusts bee stings
The grub of the witchetty tree
You see I’m bad
Maybe even mad
Stay far away from me
If you get close
I might bust those
Illusions you have about me
I’m telling you
I have a loose screw
Comes with the territory
I like the bad guy
And make the damsel cry
In my own big movie
Psycho I am
Dahmer, Son of Sam
Were as nothing to me.
Smackdown shovearound
Innocents have found
No limits to my cruelty.
Murder genocide
Mayhem regicide
All in a day’s work to me.
I have no pity
Fire in the city
Blood on the streets to see –
So you watch your move
Don’t cut into my groove
Or I’ll make you history.
Maybe even puppies
I have a sick mind you see
I don’t feel sorry
For that big lorry
That turned turtle by the tree
Nor do I say all
Of us should have a ball
Or that it’s always nice to be free
I like to impose
My fist on your nose
Sometimes I like to be
Terrible furious
Altogether curious
And sometimes I’m crazy
I like yucky things
Locusts bee stings
The grub of the witchetty tree
You see I’m bad
Maybe even mad
Stay far away from me
If you get close
I might bust those
Illusions you have about me
I’m telling you
I have a loose screw
Comes with the territory
I like the bad guy
And make the damsel cry
In my own big movie
Psycho I am
Dahmer, Son of Sam
Were as nothing to me.
Smackdown shovearound
Innocents have found
No limits to my cruelty.
Murder genocide
Mayhem regicide
All in a day’s work to me.
I have no pity
Fire in the city
Blood on the streets to see –
So you watch your move
Don’t cut into my groove
Or I’ll make you history.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2009
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