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The burglar's came tonight
Lot's of lies has been said
They screamed ' turn on the light'
But I wanted to go to bed.

They heard the money was here
And all of it, they want
But I had no inch of fear
So I gave them a silent response.

They drew out a gun and fired  it
Then, came a loud crashing
I thought someone got hit
But it was only the camera's flashing.

Turning it off, they said
They were here for something
Looking up I too said
I was about to do something.

They got angry and upset
And look ready to kill
They gave me thousand threat
All for the money they wanted to steal.

The lies has been told
I must save my neck
My feet are getting cold
I told them, the house, they can check.

They must have searched for history
But there was nothing there
I knew they had uncovered the mystery
But still they didn't care.

Over, they look on with hate
The lies were too strong
I prayed with little faith
This burglar's see their wrong.

They gave me little chance
As they used and abused
But I had plans
While they drank my homemade juice.

Am happy, they got served
Rohypnol (roofies) was for me
They got what they deserved
Now they are where I should be.

I go over the telephone
Dialling 911 on
I brought them home
To take over the fun.

Two hours later
The prison I was leaving
But the burglar's weren't getting better
They were still down, sleeping.

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