Thriller

Album cover art for "Thriller" by Cookin Soul

Cookin Soul - Rap

Thriller

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[Introduction: Women and Michael Jackson] -Are you alright? -Get away! [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I go on and on and on and Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin home tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, "You know what you do to me" She starts off, "Well I don't usually" Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work [Hook 1: Michael Jackson] 'Cause this is thriller Thriller night And no one's gonna save you From the beast about to strike You know it's thriller Thriller night You're fighting for your life Inside a killer Thriller tonight, yeah [Verse 2: Michael Jackson] You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes And hope that this is just imagination Girl but all the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You're out of time [Hook 2: Michael Jackson] 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl Thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight [Bridge: Michael Jackson] Night creatures call And the dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time They're open wide This is the end of your life [Outro: Vincent Price] Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

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  • Cookin Soul