The Witching Hour

Lyrics

[Spoken: Jennifer Howard, John Carradine, Robert Keith] Some people want to live no matter what Yes, the Devil himself What you saw in the cell is Satan Otherwise known as the Dark Angel Ahriman, Asmodeus, Belial, Diabolus, the Devil You asked for the truth. Now you have it That's why I must stay alive at least until midnight [Verse 1: Mr. Bones] Two minutes 'til midnight, the witching hour's on the rise When I surprise, look in the killers eyes Tell no lies, my [?] is packed to capacity Flip of the tongue, diggity dumb, 'cause that's how it has to be The niggas that run will bе the niggas that's down with me But niggas bettеr watch they back because of my tendency To kill, that's how I derive my thrills Pay my bills, and hold on my nuts while speaking on my skills Here I come, here I come, it's quite amusing Peep the retro illusion, niggas are losing So confusing to the minds of the weak You fear to blink, the verbal ejaculation of wicked speech So don't preach, you can't teach, I'm out of reach, nigga Fuck the cops, 'cause I'm a fuckin' pig skinna And I'm a winner when it comes to my game Killin' motherfuckers like you, to me it's all the fuckin' same Who's to blame for the funk of evil power? Duck your head 'cause it's time for the witching hour [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Let 'em try to derive my wicked flow But niggas talkin' shit so I guess they think they know But they don't know shit about a nigga like me So I'ma show great lyrical styles so everyone can see Suck my dick, the massacre is on the rise My wit, my wisdom, my heavy metal highs and lows Let 'em know about my killin' And all the fuckin' blood I see drippin' from the ceilin' And now I'm feelin' really really fucked up My head is spinnin', and I can't stop from fuckin' grinnin' Lock your doors and hold your fuckin' pillow tight Don't close your eyes one minute 'til midnight [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] The fate of the world hangs in balance Because of a motherfucker with wicked-ass talents But at twelve, I metamorphosize into a demon An evil monster to get you suckers screamin' The wicked cycle begins again With the sacrificial killing for my niggas that's down to the end So you think you're prepared for the shit, right? At the sound of the tone, it'll be twelve o' clock midnight [Spoken: [?], Bobby Rhodes] So what you think about that nigga Mr. Bones? That's a bunch of shit, baby