Boo

I'm something like a nightmare

but you wide awake

I might be under ya bed

The ankle snatcher

Your soul I'll take

I wish that I, could spit on the mic live

But the cards that I was dealt made me wise

My words may come out slow

But I'm sharp like a blade for the snow

Ever place that I go think that I'm something to play with

But I ain't the fa games

And they find out quick

Don't let the smooth taste fool you

But if you happen to

You will learn what I do

My time is short

Don't have much left

You should never play with a cornered animal

or a person who doesn't fear death

Boo!