The Wrong Guy,
The cops showed up knocking on the door
I had no idea who they were looking for
They kept knocking and yelled police
I was standing there in utter disbelief
I finally went downstairs and opened it up
I felt like I was running out of luck
They asked me my first and last name
I wasn’t about to play there game
They asked me if I could get dressed
And said they had a warrant for my arrest
I told them they had the wrong guy
Then i started to fear for my life
They all had there hands on there guns
That’s when I decided it was time to run
I ran out the back door and over the fence
I am sort of a rebel with a lot of defiance
Running through back yards as fast as I can
Only to be caught and tased what a dumbass I am
The moral of the story is they were really looking for me
So obey the law if you want to stay free Hee! Hee!
Copyright © Mike Grant | Year Posted 2018
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