The Boogieman

'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna play a game

What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your name?'

'They call me the boogieman'

Let's play dead, and give ya a second to die

And if I do or die, I sing a lullaby

I'm not a crime fighter, I'm like a ghost writer

And then my rhyme is like a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh

And they don't understand, a rock and roll band

I'm not the KK Klan, more like the boogie man

And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss

Because this is for all the suicidalists

I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead

Before you live, ya die, roll over play dead

I'm the B-Double O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N

Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again

Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me

'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G

Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go

Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo

Style is stick, kickin' the ballistics

Kinda magnificent, but always stayin' distant

You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can

I got the whole world in my hand

'Cause I'm the boogieman

'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'

I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho

That's all she wrote, so fuck John the Pope

And if I do that, I give a clue jack

I'm the unholy but you already knew that

I'm a black devil, black sheep

Black rhythm, black rhyme, black beat, yo

I never went pop with acid hip hop

A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop

I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I

The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I

I hold my black dick just like a pool stick

My cue balls in my corner pocket so watch it

But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can

I got the whole world in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman

Call me the boogieman