[Intro] This terror in me has been a part of my identity since I was a boy. As chilling as it may be I'll tell my story full of fear and absent of joy. Tell me now if it's something that you'd rather not hear. Cause my anxiety is already making me sweat from fear. [Verse One] Since I could remember my ass has been horrified of things most are not. I guess I was born this way each and every day fear is the only thing I got. Back when my pussy ass was five, I can't believe I've been able to survive. I couldn't go to school scared them other kids would literally eat me alive. Homeschool was my only option and my dad didn't find that too great. Daily lessons in horror made it frustrating for dad to successfully educate. My only bully was such a fiend and the cultivator of my constant fuckin' fear. Always harassed by my little brother beating me up calling me a queer. [Chorus] You may have had fun and loved your life when you were young. Not me I had full grown fright the bitter taste of fear on my tongue. You may have been told the boogeyman wasn't real but my dad never did. Nobody could find me but that bastard always knew everywhere I hid. You may have only had nightmares while everyone sleeps. When asleep was the only time life didn't give me the creeps. Well you are fortunate yeah you were so fuckin' lucky. Even as a man I think dolls want to kill me because of Chucky. [Verse Two] Dad woke me up screaming wearin a mask of some scary creature. My little brother found that funny and wished dad could be his teacher. He may be a year younger than me but he was lucky and was born so brave. Not my bitch ass self I will have terror in me till the day I reach my grave. "Damn it you pissed the bed again?!" He said each day no "Rise and Shine". He stepped in poop and blamed the dog, I was scared to admit the shit was mine. Making my way to my feet I could still here him scolding that poor doggy. Creeping down the hallway all piss soggy feelin' frightened and groggy. [Chorus] You may have had fun and loved your life when you were young. Not me I had full grown fright the bitter taste of fear on my tongue. You may have been told the boogeyman wasn't real but I never did. Nobody could find me but that bastard always knew everywhere I hid. You may have only had nightmares while everyone sleeps. When asleep was the only time life didn't give me the creeps. Well you are fortunate yeah you were so fuckin' lucky. Even as a man I think dolls want to kill me because of Chucky. [Verse Three] Slipped past the scary vent at the end of the hall wanna know what I saw? Lookin' real evil it was either a big scary yeti but prolly was just nothing at all. I got the jitters thinkin bout the creepy critters livin in that vent. Over breakfast those will be the horrors in my mind as I eat and lament. Dad slid down a bowl and big ol' box of rice crispies down my way. As I poured milk in their snap, crackle, and pop made me jumpy all day. He knew that would happen but it seems my fear is just a joke to him. Man I hate bein a pussy even then I knew my future was lookin super fuckin grim. I wondered if there'd be a day when I could breath a sigh of relief I surely hope. But I'm thinkin nope cause my bitch ass trembles thinkin' about the scary fuckin' pope. As I brushed my teeth something creepy caught the corner of my eye. It was me in the mirror I didn't know my ass was such a scary lookin' guy. [Outro/Chorus] You may have had fun and loved your life when you were young. Not me I had full grown fright and a sour taste of fear on my tongue. You may have been scared of the dark I hear that's a common one. Well guess what buddy I'm more terrified of the early morning sun. You may have had a clean and fresh smelling bed where you could sleep. Mine smell of death and always had piss stains that's how dad got it so cheap. You may have been normal a real regular kid in an average way. But not me for I'm still scared of my brother callin me gay. I can't go on tellin this tale cause it's given me the chills given me the shakes. Get get me started on birthdays always comin' with horrifyin frosted cakes. I bet you're wondering why my momma was left out of this song. But the boogeyman I spoke of was probably her but I could be wrong.
