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I got ghouls in my closet, I got ghosties pourin' out my faucet,
I got a beat you can't stop it. I'm too scared, man, I gotta drop it.
Fifteen tentacles, all identical - I'm the tippy-top, I'm the pinnacle
of fear, lend me your ear - on second thought let me throw it to Amir.
I got more rhythm than rhythm's got rap,
a rap rhyme beat rhyme beat rap rap.
I got more words than words' got wisdom,
I told it to that ghoul and I ain't even knowed him.
Don't count your claws before they've scratched,
and you don't see my plans before they've hatched.
I'm a medical doctor, someone get a proctor,
there's been a murder - I didn't mean to hurt her!
Rapsylvania '88, you know what the deal is,
Rapsylvania '88, you know where the thrill is.
Jackie Joyner Kersee couldn't catch this flow,
Rod J. Serling couldn't write this show,
Edger Allen Poe couldn't deal this blow,
bring on the ghoul that wants to go toe to toe.
Undead hobos suckin' on witch toes,
which way the wind blows,
let you watch my beats flow.
Dang! Look at all them witches,
got more paunch than a ghoul's got stitches,
casting her she spells with her she smells,
ringing my he bells - 'til I he yell.
Rapsylvania '88, you know what the deal is,
Rapsylvania '88, you know where the thrill is.
(Ok, I'm not a werewolf. But I will eat you.
I will claw at your skin and eat you. I will do that - I promise.)