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Having them conversations with our children. Ah, having them understanding that there are
bad people out there. But understanding what to do, what you can do. Kids if anyone ever
try to get you. Run and scream for help as loud as possible. Uncle Jomo can you tell
is a bedtime story. Okay yall all tucked in. Here we go. Creepy Zimmerman, creepy crazy
man Zimmerman. Creepy Zimmerman, creepy creepy crazy Zimmerman. Creepy Zimmerman, creepy
crazy man Zimmerman. Creepy Zimmerman, there's a whole lot of Zimmermenz. Once upon time,
not long ago. Wannabe cop, son of a judge. Him and dad was having a chat. And son said
to dad before he left. Me and my boys gonna bag a baboon, and drag his *** up to the boom
boom room. Then he grab da ratchet, fully automatic. Crazyman packing, how the hell
that happen. That's how little kids pop up missing in action. Become cold cases, on milk
cartons. Forgotten faces, grieving parents, their hearts are broken but always hoping.
That Dracula, didn't get them, He left his house, started to stalk. Looking for a prey
just a a hawk, he's a master of the arts kicks tomahawks.[over chorus] "here's a heart stopping
video, that let all of us see exactly how quickly danger can strike a child being stalked,
by a predator". Creepy Zimmerman creepy crazy man Zimmerman. Creepy Zimmerman, the whole
world full of Zimmermen. Excuse me sir, can I get a pack of M&M's. In fact can you make
that skittles. OK. How much I owe you for the tea. One dollar. Ok; I see you got the
Miami Heat on. You think they gonna do it this year. "You already know":. laughter.
OK, have a good night. Watch your back, loonies out there. Little Tee, start to move on. To
his home. Aint from these parts. Where's the house. So he looks a little lost. No its that
way. And the monster saw. I got one. So he start to stalk. Sadistic. And gathering thoughts.
I'mma get him. Jumped in his car. And start stalking hard. Creeping him from street to
street. looking all googley eye like some freak. Tee peep it, picked up the pace, but
everywhere he went he saw Norman Bates' face. He got concern and made a phone call and drew
a picture of Jack the Ripper, El luis Harris, the suspect ***. What should I do, son
hurry up run. What shouls I do, son hurry up run, what should I do, son hurry up run,
what should I do? So he took top speed. Hid behind a tree, look both ways, but he must've
missed him. These types always get away. he must've missed him; sworn he ditched. But
when he came out guess who he saw. These types always get away. Jeffry Dahmer, that creepy
cracker. Black or white does it really even matter. Ask all the victims and missing persons.
Lets stay focus, letss not digress. When he grabbed his arm little Tee was frantic. psychotic
cop said no need for static. Me and you we gonna do the dash, you been a bad boy I'm
gonna spank that ***. That *** little tee couldn't perceive, he told Justin Volpe, unleash
your hands from me. So he pulled out, little shout for help. He wouldn't hush, and the
monster bust. Ashhes to ashes, dust to dust. And this is the way I must in this story.
He was barley 17, carrying skittles and tea. Civilize people still hearing him scream.
This aint funny, so don't you dare laugh. Just another story about a young lad. On his
way home, lost on the path. Found a Big Bad Wolf, and his soul was casted. Good night.
Another Jomo and the Mal Mals presentation. Mal Mal music, music to be prosecuted by.
Justice stand up. Uncle Jomo, a crazy Zimmerman follows me around, everyday after school.
Can he do that. I want him to stop.