(dark clown-love rap / creepy funny bounce) [Singer A – Intro | Deep Old Male Voice | Spoken Word | No Instrumental] From the grave… he came back. Jaw cracked. Skin torn. Ribs open. One eye hanging low. And when he knocked… she let her dead boy in. [Singer B – Intro] [no repeating] …knock knock… HAHAHAHA [Singer B – Hook] Knock knock at my window glass My dead boy back with his busted ass Cold white hands and a stitched-up grin Every damn night, I let him in [Singer B – Verse 1] He crawled from the dirt like he lost a fight with a lawnmower. Half his face slid off but he still brought me flowers. One eye hanging loose like a busted yo-yo. Tried to wink at me and that bitch hit the floor though. Skin smell like cheese left out in July heat. Still I let him kiss me with his busted dead teeth. He say “I love you” sounding like a clogged-up drain. And I just laugh and pull him closer in the rain. [Singer B – Hook] My dead boy, my dead boy, love him when he fall apart. Arm fell off mid-hug, now I wear it like a scarf to start. Heart ain’t beating but he still got mine somehow. Still my corpse king and I love him now. [Singer B – Verse 2] Netflix chill in a casket and the fit got tight. He farted dust and cobwebs, I said “boy act right.” Took him to dinner and my grandma hit the floor. He waved with his loose dead hand like “what y’all screaming for?” Tried to propose with a ring but his finger snapped clean. Now I wear it round my neck, dead-boy queen. Sometimes bugs crawl out but I kiss him anyway. That’s horror love, baby, what can I say? [Singer B – Hook] My dead boy, my dead boy, love him when he fall apart. Arm fell off mid-hug, now I wear it like a scarf to start. Heart ain’t beating but he still got mine somehow. Still my corpse king and I love him now. [Singer A – Bridge | Creepy Old Male Voice] Dead boy tapping at the window slow… Cold hands rising where the grave winds blow… Moonlight cracks and the shadows bend… Still she lets that dead boy in… [Singer B – Final Hook] My dead boy, my dead boy, stinking up the whole room. Maggots dancing in the dark to they own little tune. One day maybe I rot with my goofy boo too. Till then… baby I love you… …ew
