[Intro] [Sound Effect: A spotlight clicking on, a crowd of screaming banshees, bone-clinking applause] [Dialogue: Arrogant and breathless] "Wait, wait, wait... is my jawbone straight? Make sure the light hits the ribs. Yeah... that’s it. Don't worry about the other ghosts, they're just my backup dancers. I’m the lead singer of the Death Party. Skeleton Jesus... I'm a superstar!" (Beat drops: A bouncy, infectious, funky groove) [Verse 1: The High-Velocity Diva Flow] (Technical rapid-fire, syllable stacking) I-wake-up-in-the-mornin'-and-I-look-in-the-glass-and-I-see-that-I’m-killin'-it Skeletal-energy-man-and-I’m-certainly-feelin'-it-fillin'-it! I’m-the-hottest-thing-walkin'-with-a-pelvis-this-thin-and-a-grin-that-is-permanent Look-at-the-state-of-the-game-and-I’m-ready-to-burn-a-bit-learn-a-bit! I’m-a-diva-a-dealer-a-skeletal-healer-I’m-stealin'-the-show-with-the-glow I’m-the-only-one-keepin'-it-cool-while-the-rest-of-you-losers-are-movin'-too-slow! Check-the-aesthetic-it’s-really-prophetic-I’m-physically-dead-but-I’m-lookin' poetic You-talk-about-talent-but-honestly-buddy-your-style-is-just-sad-and-pathetic! (I’m the star!) [Chorus: Bouncy Satire] (Vocal: High energy, melodic bounce) I’m-the-star-of-the-show, the-king-of-the-crew I-don't-even-know-why-I’m-talkin'-to-you! I’m-a-Bad-Mother... (Yeah!) And-you’re-just-a-bother! (Boo!) Skeleton-Jesus... I’m-the-one-they-wanna-be! (Don't you wish you were dead like me?!) [Verse 2: The "My Band" Critique] (Sarcastic, mocking delivery, very bouncy) See-the-ghost-on-the-drums?-Yeah-his-name-is-Phil-but-he’s-lackin'-the-rhythmical-stability I’m-the-only-one-here-with-the-actual-vocal-and-musical-technical-ability! And-the-ghoul-on-the-bass?-He’s-a-waste-of-a-space-with-a-face-like-a-bucket-of-sludge I’m-the-reason-the-crowd-is-arriving-and-I’m-the-only-one-holding-a-grudge! (Fast technical shift) I-got-a-mansion-in-the-morgue-with-a-gold-plated-sink-and-a-tub-made-of-ivory-stone I’m-the-only-one-rockin'-the-diamonds-and-rubies-all-over-my-humerus-bone! I-get-the-limos-the-glitz-and-the-fancy-upholstery-while-you-be-stuck-in-the-back I’m-the-lead-singer-man!-Keep-your-eyes-on-the-leader-and-get-the-hell-off-of-my-track! [Bridge: Dramatic Diva Breakdown] (Music slows down to a single, funky bass note) (Vocal: Over-the-top dramatic "singing") "Ohhhh... the tragedy of being this... calcium-rich! Phil! You're dragging! Steve! Stop rattling your ribs, I'm trying to be vulnerable! It's hard being the only one with charisma... And great cheekbones... literally! I ONLY have cheekbones!" [Vocal: High-Pitched Squeal] I’M THE ICON! [Verse 3: The Ego Explosion] (Maximum energy, syllable-dense onslaught) I-got-posters-on-the-wall-of-every-single-crypt-and-the-cavern-and-the-catacomb-hall I’m-the-reason-that-the-ticket-sales-are-spiking-and-the-reason-that-the-others-are-small! I’m-Skel-e-ton-Je-sus-the-prodigy-legendary-visionary-king-of-the-dust I’m-the-only-one-worthy-of-glory-and-I’m-the-only-one-worthy-of-trust! (Technical rapid-fire) Look-at-the-way-that-I’m-stackin'-the-syllables-killin'-the-beat-with-a-rattle-and-snap I’m-the-only-dead-rapper-who’s-actually-tappin'-the-vein-of-the-future-of-rap! You-dudes-ain't-shit-man!-Move-to-the-back-with-the-rest-of-the-background-noise I’m-the-superstar-baby!-Go-back-to-the-morgue-with-your-little-toys! [Chorus] (Maximum infectious energy) I’m-the-star-of-the-show, the-king-of-the-crew I-don't-even-know-why-I’m-talkin'-to-you! I’m-a-Bad-Mother... (Yeah!) And-you’re-just-a-bother! (Boo!) Skeleton-Jesus... I’m-the-one-they-wanna-be! (Don't you wish you were dead like me?!) [Outro] [Sound Effect: A massive crowd screaming, a single "rock star" guitar trill] (Dialogue) "No-no-no, no selfies. My lighting is very specific. Phil! Why are you still here? Pack the gear! Steve, don't look at me. I'm a soloist now. Skeleton Jesus. We're done here. Where's my gold-plated hearse?!" (Manic, high-pitched giggle fades out) [End]
