Phantom - Insane Clown Posse

Get scared, bitch

Boo, mother fucker!

Yeah, uh, yeah

The day I die is a day to rejoice

'Cause I’m comin' back if I’m given a choice

I’ma be a ghoul, a ghost, or a phantom

I’ma haunt mother fuckers off at random *scream*

Watch me hover right above your bed

With fifteen snakes comin' out of my head

I’ma sit on your chest just like The Witch

I’ma be a wicked-ass son of a bitch

My old enemies will all be screamin'

Stab 'em with my tail if I become a demon

When you look in the mirror, I’ma be right there

Fillin' your skin bitch-ass whole with fear

Spin my head around like the exorcist

But she’ll look like a Barbie doll next to this

I’ma make ghost hunters all shit their pants

Join and move to France

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will

And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will

And you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)

Shit, don’t let me die.

Heed my warning

'Cause I’m comin' back, a gargoyle, soarin'

My ex-girlfriends are all gettin' the vision

I’m knockin' on the walls at night.

«Who is it?»

They locked the doors.

It could be someone nutty

When they walk in the room, I’ll be hangin', bloody

Arms stretched out, screamin' their name

I’m finna drive these bitches insane

I’ll make it rain blood all over your home

I’ll rattle your walls every time you’re alone

I’ll kill your cat and hang him by the tail

With a rusty nail.

(MEOW!) I’m that stale

I’ll leave you screamin' and evacuatin'

Why am I doing this shit?

'Cause I’m hatin'

If I can’t be alive, I’m hauntin', dead

I’ll put a thousand tarantulas all in your bed

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will

And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will

And you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)

Nah, there’s no escapin' my spiritual rapin'

If you think it’s a coincidence, you’re mistaken

When you’re trying to relax in a bubble bath

I turn the water to blood, sit back, and laugh

I float down the halls, draggin' my balls

Leavin' a trail of dead bones and skulls

Fuck sittin' around all night in my grave

I’ll put your boyfriend’s head in the microwave *beep beep beep*

I’ll wake the dead up and raise an army

Attack the streets, people scream «Don't harm me!»

Ascend on your home like this was Thriller

But no Michael Jackson, 'cause this is realer

Well, damn, that

Nowhere to run, 'cause we blocked the road

Shock your hair white, and you ain’t old

We’ll squeeze your neck until your head explode

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will

And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)

Bones and blood and bats from Hell

Raise the dead.

He has to kill

Back to haunt those of ill will, forever…

'Til you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)