Lyrics:

Get scared, bitch
Boo, mother fucker!
Yeah, uh, yeah

The day I die is a day to rejoice
'Cause I'm comin' back if I'm given a choice
I'ma be a ghoul, a ghost, or a phantom
I'ma haunt mother fuckers off at random *scream*
Watch me hover right above your bed
With fifteen snakes comin' out of my head
I'ma sit on your chest just like The Witch
I'ma be a wicked-ass son of a bitch
My old enemies will all be screamin'
Stab 'em with my tail if I become a demon
When you look in the mirror, I'ma be right there
Fillin' your skin bitch-ass whole with fear
Spin my head around like the exorcist
But she'll look like a Barbie doll next to this
I'ma make ghost hunters all shit their pants
Join [?] and move to France

Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will
And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)
Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will
And you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)

Shit, don't let me die. Heed my warning
'Cause I'm comin' back, a gargoyle, soarin'
My ex-girlfriends are all gettin' the vision
I'm knockin' on the walls at night. "Who is it?"
They locked the doors. It could be someone nutty
When they walk in the room, I'll be hangin', bloody
Arms stretched out, screamin' their name
I'm finna drive these bitches insane
I'll make it rain blood all over your home
I'll rattle your walls every time you're alone
I'll kill your cat and hang him by the tail
With a rusty nail. (MEOW!) I'm that stale
I'll leave you screamin' and evacuatin'
Why am I doing this shit? 'Cause I'm hatin'
If I can't be alive, I'm hauntin', dead
I'll put a thousand tarantulas all in your bed

Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will
And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)
Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will
And you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)

Nah, there's no escapin' my spiritual rapin'
If you think it's a coincidence, you're mistaken
When you're trying to relax in a bubble bath
I turn the water to blood, sit back, and laugh
I float down the halls, draggin' my balls
Leavin' a trail of dead bones and skulls
Fuck sittin' around all night in my grave
I'll put your boyfriend's head in the microwave *beep beep beep*
I'll wake the dead up and raise an army
Attack the streets, people scream "Don't harm me!"
Ascend on your home like this was Thriller
But no Michael Jackson, 'cause this is realer
Well, damn, that [?]
Nowhere to run, 'cause we blocked the road
Shock your hair white, and you ain't old
We'll squeeze your neck until your head explode

Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will
And you (Die) you (Die) you (Die) you (Die)
Bones and blood and bats from Hell
Raise the dead. He has to kill
Back to haunt those of ill will, forever...
'Til you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!) you (Die!)