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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!

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