(hahaha. You ain’t scared. Yeah. Things that go bump in the night. Me, Sam B. Heh.)
Shrunken heads, broken legs, body parts on the concrete Cut ‘em up butcher style, gators in the swamp Red light, leave ‘em dead, runnin’ like a track meet Scared of nobody, what you motherfuckers want? Believe me when I tell ‘em I’m a boogeyman beast Leave ‘em slashed from their head to their feet Been pricked to the chest of a bitch well-fed Cookin’ heat, cannibal tryin’ to eat
Chorus: I got a zombie army and you can’t harm me Who do you voodoo, bitch? Drink blood like a vampire without warning Who do you voodoo, bitch? (Stand up!) Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night Who do you voodoo, bitch? Hide your kids, grab your wife, better get out of sight Who do you voodoo, bitch? (Let’s go!)
Sam B, Papa Shango and Baron Samedi Handful of fingertips, toss ‘em up like confetti Stable of corpse bitches, I’m a pimp of the dead Come fuck with a zombie, I’ll put a stake in your head Look, you want ghouls? I got fuckin’ platoons Baby everybody dies, I’ll see your ass real soon Crack bones to the marrow, hot sauce while they suck it Now my juju ain’t nothin’ to fuck with