You thinkin' I be lyin' bout yer cryin' man I'm gonna do some fryin' of yo ass if you be tryin' to step
To this
Son
Get yourself some help to bed for I knock you in your round-ass
Head
You just crunchin' on your cereal wishin' it was porridge
Like Goldi Locks who was diggin' in the fridge before the three bears came in
This nursery rhyme won't end so well for you
Cuz this time the little girl won't make it thru
You'll hear the key hit the lock before the bolt turns over
You're best off now under the couch with the family dog Rover
Too late, Papa Bear's here and he ain't munchin' on clover
He's tearin' of your head, nothin' left to be said
VanIlla Locks screams and falls down dead