| Okay hold up… |
| (music begins playing) |
| Two years ago in a Halloween night |
| Our hero found himself continually fucked, once again |
| And even though the temporality makes absolutely no sense |
| Every few hundred years when the full moon is directly overhead as the clock |
| strikes midnight |
| Our hero gets one more chance for redemption! |
| Ah, hell yeah. Let’s have, let’s have a baseline at this bitch alright hold up |
| Yeah, woo! This shit goes hard as fuck! |
| Look, ayo |
| That dumb bitch turned me into a Gargoyle perched on the edge of an old building |
| I’m a stone villain with no feelings its bone killing |
| I’m still as a corpse up on the porch looking for watchdogs |
| Frozen in time like icicles on clock cogs |
| And I’ve just been waiting for my moment to re-animate |
| I’ve been stuck here for like years I can’t stand the wait |
| The circumstances all got to align for my planned escape |
| The mansion gates |
| Midnight, it’s |
| Beam stabbing through the core like a knife |
| Cracking up the porcelain, I finally start to move and now I’m crawling off the |
| porch again |
| I look around I see the vines untangling from the statues in the graveyard that |
| I’ve been hanging in |
| With all the tombstones shaking hell hard in the darkness |
| 'Cause all the corpses underneath know the party ain’t started 'til it’s |
| Midnight |
| The party ain’t started 'til it’s… |
| Midnight |
| We come |
| Look |
| Now I’m finally on the ground |
| First time in a couple hundred years |
| Stumbling like an idiot my legs are fucking numb it’s weird |
| Soon as I wash my balls and shave off my grungy beard |
| My first task will be up in here |
| I got to start a party, where the fucking banshee’s at? |
| I’m trying to get some of my wrapped around me like a fanny pack |
| I think I saw a light from inside of a mausoleum, walked over to it looked in |
| it and saw figures |
| «Yo I can see 'em!» |
| Just then, I heard the bass drop |
| The ground started rumbling |
| I knew that shit was pumping but this was on some hotter shit |
| I opened up the mausoleum doors, stepped in and saw |
| Hundreds of coffins, it made no dimensional sense at all |
| Then all the coffins started shaking to the light beams |
| Out from underneath the lid cracked, that shit was bright green! |
| Skeleton hands pushed off the lids and started crawling out |
| was upon us balling out |
| Midnight |
| And now it’s |
| Dead bodies on the left to the right side |
| Everybody tryna get stepped to the right vibe |
| Back in the corner there’s a couple of fines I’ve been skorking |
| arteries from out the hides on the curtains |
| Down in the front there’s a cypher going on |
| Fucking mummies break-dancing through the night before it’s gone |
| Right next to a sexy blonde trying to throw her ass back |
| But her pelvis fell off and left her broken ass flat |
| Well it’s back to my mission trying to get a little booty now |
| I’m on the prowl through the crowd with the spooky scowl |
| Looked around and spotted a honey with the mask on |
| Posted in the corner she was too fly to pass on |
| Ass all phat with the classic wreck Roman vibe |
| I slithered up on her and I asked if she was as old as I |
| No surprise, she was like 4th-century BC |
| Cute as Nefratiti but more centrally freaky |
| I had to make a move, I was smooth |
| Like «You tryna leave?» |
| She nodded yes and led me through the crowd by my sleeve |
| I can’t believe I’m 'bout to be in these tight thighs |
| I reached in my pants in my pants and have my dick a little high-five |
| We stepped out the door and now we’re back out in the graveyard |
| She asked «Are you ready?» |
| I said «Of course! I’m a statue bitch, I stay hard! Let me see that pretty face» |
| I grab her mask to expose her skin |
| It’s fucking Medusa |
| She turned me back into stone again |
| (stoning sounds) |
| Argh… What the fuck |
| Now I’m just standing here frozen in the |
| Midnight |