The Witching Hour

[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