(hahaha. You ain’t scared. Yeah. Things that go bump in the night. Me, S

(hahaha. You ain’t scared. Yeah. Things that go bump in the night. Me, Sam B. Heh.)

Shrunken heads, broken legs, body parts on the concrete
Cut ‘em up butcher style, gators in the swamp
Red light, leave ‘em dead, runnin’ like a track meet
Scared of nobody, what you [bad word] want?
Believe me when I tell ‘em I’m a boogeyman beast
Leave ‘em slashed from their head to their feet
Been pricked to the chest of a [bad word] well-fed
Cookin’ heat, cannibal tryin’ to eat

I got a zombie army and you can’t harm me
Who do you voodoo, [bad word] 
Drink blood like a vampire without warning
Who do you voodoo, [bad word]  (Stand up!)
Sam got the thing that go bump in the night
Who do you voodoo, [bad word] 
Hid your kids, grab your wife, better get out of sight
Who do you voodoo, [bad word]  (Let’s go!)

Sam B, Papa Shango and Baron Samedi
Handful of fingertips, toss ‘em up like confetti
Stable of corpse [bad word]  I’m a pimp of the dead
Come [bad word] with a zombie, I’ll put a stake in your head
Look, you want ghouls? I got [bad word]  platoons
Baby everybody dies, I’ll see your [bad word] real soon
Crack bones to the marrow, hot sauce while they suck it
Now my juju ain’t nothin’ to [bad word] with

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Cut your head off, leave you [bad word] dead

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