"Fire Stalkin Killer"
Fire Stalkin Killer
Rotten to the bone
Evil of his willer
As he sets it up with his phone
Playin all, like a fiddle
Each hears his strumming tune
All awhile, smiling like "Bo Diddle"
As he snares em, like a coon
He's a big deal
As he turns up pretend
That's "for real"
Cause it's he, he defend
As he sets up all in to play
Remember it, all will
That blazing fire that day
As his enemy burns alive, he gets his fill
Poem Written By:
Debbie Kennedy
