Gonna Get Them Poem by Scentless Apprentice

Dont you care what they say?
Dont care what they say!
Call me and they'll be another prey,

gonna make 'em cry,
Gonna hunt 'em down for ya,
Come on girl don't be shy.

It'll take some paint,
let's do some scary stuff,
let's make them faint.

Don't be affraid I'll make 'em scream out loud
I've got you back and you've got my shoulder,
Oh yes girl we're are going on a day out!

Terror fears and tears,
No more filthy f****n mouths,
you know me there will be no-one that hears.