Let me tell you something
Bustin, Bustin makes me feel good
In your neighborhood
Seeing you run makes me feel good
Don’t get caught alone in your neighborhood
Who are you gonna call if you’re all alone?
Who are you gonna call? I aint afraid
Bustin makes me feel good.
I think bustin makes you feel good
I think you want some.
In your bed when I bust through your door
Who you gonna call? I aint afraid
Don’t get caught alone
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This poem was made to ruin your childhood by taking the lyrics of the beloved theme by Ray Parker Jr. and making it into a creepy stalker/rapist monologue.
