hahaha you ain't scared. Yet. 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 of the swamp Red light, leave 'em dead, runnin like a track meet Scared of nobody, what you motherfuckers want? Believe me when I tell 'em I'm a bogeyman beast Leave 'em slashed from their head to their feet Been pricked to the chest of a bitch well fed Cooking heat, cannibal tryna eat
Chorus: I got a zombie army and you can't harm me Who do you voodoo, Bitch? Drink blood like a vampire without warning Who do you voodoo, Bitch? (Stand up) Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night Who do you voodoo, Bitch? Hide your kids, grab your wife, better get outta sight Who do you voodoo, Bitch? (Let's go)
Sam B to Papa Shango and Baron Samedi Handful of fingertips, toss em up like confetti Stable of corpse bitches, I'm a pimp of the dead Come fuck with a zombie I'll put a stake in your head Look you want ghouls? I got fuckin platoons Baby every body dies, I see your ass real soon Crack bones to the marrow, hot sauce and they suck it Now my Juju ain't nothin to fuck with Sam B
Chorus x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
