Little Toy Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

A pistol clatters across the floor toward me. I kick it into the corner, my heart thudding — then frown. It’s too light. “What the fuck … ?” I mutter, the truth hitting me instantly. “It’s a toy gun.” “I know.” Jackson sits down on the unconscious man’s torso, like it’s nothing, his shoulders lifting in a casual shrug. My brain races. “So … this is a joke? Even the bouncers?”

I asked Gunner, a little space man was arguing with the cowboy toy now. “We’re only like half an hour in, are you over it already?” he asked, sounding a little disappointed and surprised, “No, no I like it. I was just thinking that I was a little tired is all” “We can go to bed if you want?” “Nah, I want to watch the rest of it” “Good cause this is my line, watch, watch” Gunner chuckled and squeezed me into his chest tighter. The little spaceman climbed onto the kids bed, said ‘To infinity and beyond’ and then jumped off. Gunner laughed and shook my shoulder,

"My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he lives in a palace Bought me, Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took half a pill I'm on some dumb shit, by the way, what he says? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile

Two can play this game of dirt slinging. === Lil’ Mushade’s Round 3 === Play with fire, get burned I think it’s time that you learned Who were the ones who hunted us? Let’s make the distinction fast You were a hire for guns You were the ones who had fun I’m just a homie minding my business You came up to me first You want the shades of Mushade I told you there was no trade You stayed and pestered me all night until I gave in, afraid You say what you want to say

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

The little girls ran into play house as the boy followed them with a water gun mimicking the sounds of bullets Pew pew pew He looked like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen as her irises expanded within her orbs "Mars," she whispered. Tears streamed down her face. "My son."

“Make me.” Bullets sang.

Luciano's movements instantly halted. He stared at me, his eyes surging with shock. "What did you say?" "I said, if I get pregnant," I repeated calmly, "whose child would it be?" He fell silent. In the dead stillness, I suddenly laughed. "You two pass me around like some toy and take turns having your way with me. You feel pretty proud of yourselves, don't you?

Trayton ~“You two are an absolute joke. It's a wonder that you manage to tie me up like this. Do you have another family member lurking around?” Woman ~“Do you really think we are going to tell you?” Trayton ~“Your dumb ass brother is going to slip it out anyway.” Man ~“Whom you are calling dumb ass?” Trayton ~“You with the dinky toy in your hand.” He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my temple again, this time hitting me on the brow. I feel it tear into my flesh deep enough to feel the blood drip down my face. Trayton ~“All you are doing is soaking that toy in my blood.”