'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna play a game
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What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your name?'
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'They call me the boogieman'
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Let's play dead, and give ya a second to die
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And if I do or die, I sing a lullaby
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I'm not a crime fighter, I'm like a ghost writer
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And then my rhyme is like a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
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And they don't understand, a rock and roll band
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I'm not the KK Klan, more like the boogie man
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And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss
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Because this is for all the suicidalists
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I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead
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Before you live, ya die, roll over play dead
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I'm the B-Double O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
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Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again
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Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me
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'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
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Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go
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Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
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Style is stick, kickin' the ballistics
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Kinda magnificent, but always stayin' distant
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You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can
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I got the whole world in my hand
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'Cause I'm the boogieman
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'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'
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I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho
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That's all she wrote, so fuck John the Pope
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And if I do that, I give a clue jack
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I'm the unholy but you already knew that
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I'm a black devil, black sheep
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Black rhythm, black rhyme, black beat, yo
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I never went pop with acid hip hop
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A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
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I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
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The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I
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I hold my black dick just like a pool stick
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My cue balls in my corner pocket so watch it
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But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can
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I got the whole world in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman
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Call me the boogieman
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The Boogieman
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Esham |