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