He's on the computer and he's talking to this chick <br />He's twenty, she's thirteen yeah, i know what your thinking <br />He's fucked up, he's sick, he doesn't even know this chick <br />I don't know what he's going for but it sure as hell ain't friendship <br />And when i think about it the answer is so clear <br />Chat sites are loaded with chicks that just disappear <br />And where they turn up after they get acquainted? <br />They don't, their kidnapped and tied in a basement <br />Predator on the move what you gonna do? <br />He has his eyes on you, yes, i fear its true <br />He could be hiding in the dark waiting for you <br />Don't turn your back he's an act <br />He's just trying to fool you <br /> <br />uhhh i'll finish it later<br /><br />sam, corrupt S, finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/predator/
