A questionable rescue pt.1

Two in the morning and I'm out on the prowl.
Mama always said I was like a night owl.
I've been casing out this place for many days.
In my head trying not to think wicked crazy ways.

Almost at the front door now, fear nearly gone.
Plan this shit too well nothing could go wrong.
Got 2 guns a knife and a fucking machete.
Bombs strapped to my chest, boom! Spaghetti!

Test the door and I knew it would be locked.
Just as I figured the side window was not.
Slipping in quiet, nice and fucking slow.
Just like my bitch putting on her pantyhose.

Looking around and a kid passed out on the couch.
Ease in slowly and place my hand over their mouth.
Squirming and kicking little bastards tough as nails.
Back pocket chloroform rag they slowly inhale.

Nah don’t get me wrong I’ll kill but not this kid.
A half a glass of whiskey welcomes me to my lips.
Ok back on track time to claim what is mine.
Gazing at my watch and couldn’t be more on time.

Down the hallway mommy and daddy should be on the right.
I got this shit bro, I planned this six whole nights!
Guns drawing and ready to go ape shit crazy.
But gotta be careful not to wake the baby.

Crack the door with a sinister smile and there she was.
The one and only precious I have ever loved.
Sleeping in a crib dreaming of sunshine and rainbows.
Daddy’s back for the rescue in dark camo with ammo.

Scoop her up into my arms and give her a kiss on the head.
I know baby don’t cry, I know your real mom is dead.
Daddy is here and I am going to make all things right.
Out of the corner of my eye something catches my sight.