Little Toy Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

“It’s our 5 days to 6 birthday gift, right?” I stared at him in genuine disbelief. “Eli, you are right!” He sighed dramatically like intellectual recognition was exhausting. Ava already looked deeply tired of him. “So,” I said slowly, “I need you two to guess what it is.” Eli answered immediately. “A machine gun.” I stopped so fast it was almost violent. “I said there’s no way I’m getting you something that violent.” He shrugged carelessly. “Mom, it’s just a toy.” “I know it’s just a toy,” I said immediately, “but I’m definitely not giving you that now.”

This wasn't how a loyal person would talk. Still, I clung to the idea. "Lucas, stop it," I insisted, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips. "Seriously. You almost got me scared. And these… these toy guns your friend is carrying? They look so real! You've really gone all out with this joke, but it's enough. Please, just tell me what's going on." My eyes flickered to the masked man, to the dark metal of the firearm, trying to convince myself it was fake, a prop. It had to be.

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,

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.

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.”

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.

Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend what I own." I should’ve made a joke about being a Gucci bag or a poodle in pearls, but… I didn’t. Because my mouth stopped working the moment I saw it — That gun. I don’t even remember what kind. Black, small, smooth. I’ve probably played with the exact one in a game before. But in Lucien’s hand, it looked like something worse. Something ancient. Something that knew me.