Creepshow
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Spoken sample:] You, he, and your color… the time to flow… and since you're alone… I won't believe you anymore…
([Double K:] I'm feeling creepy!)
[Thes One:] [babbles]
I'm feeling full-moon, black hat, high when I'm not high
Uncomfortable with my own thoughts, I'm that like guy
Mumbling around Chinatown, lost in a dream
Hey now, remind myself: it's not what it seems
Keep seeing these pink trucks with one big, black letter
What are they trying to sow, I cannot understand better
The pay phone rings every time that I walk by
I keep seeing Tupac, did Tupac not die?
Somebody explain, what's wrong with my brain
I maintain a thin line of sanity, Hannity's the devil
And I could be hearing Satan, waiting, talk on Fox
Plus all who wanna ride, Michael died from the Moonwalk?
The lizard people? The wizard people? Chemtrails?
Nigerian e-mails? Hey, I might be a millionaire!
Random spam, anagrams, Santana-colors, and a major migrane
Undercover paid… EPMD and whether research here
So I relax, got midget porn on Betamax
Eating Triscuts, erasing old diskettes and DAT tapes
Stalking old girlfriends on Classmates.com
I'm one of those guys in Cinnabon at the mall in a disguise
In Victoria's Secret for no reason… "Hey, what y'all wearing this season?
Hey what you gonna buy this season? Ha!"
[Double K:] I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, man, I think I need help
I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, man, I think I need help
I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I feel creepy, man, I think I need help!
[Double K:]
Yo, I got a crush on this dame I know
I got her number one night, seen her in the front row
Now, lemme tell you something 'bout this chick, my nig
She has some really nice feet and lived alone with her kid
Now Mr. Too Cool couldn't find his balls
I spent a lot of time making obscene phone calls
On the pay phone at the corner of my pad
Breathing hard in the end 'til she hung up mad
Then I go home and sit naked in the dark
Listening to Prince with my hand over my heart
Asking, "Why did I become this dude?"
Is it the drugs or something that happened in grade school?
Just then, I remembered this girl in my class
I think it was Health when I exposed myself
Got sent home feeling like a fat little creep
I guess that explains why I watch porn in my sleep
Now, back to the chick who heightened my foot fetish
Had me feeling like Rerun, praying to the letters
I wanna break in her house, bust a nut on her bed
While she's at work, and kick back and drink a Squirt
At the end of the day, I sent flowers to the crib
With a suicide note, telling her what I did
Better yet, I'll go and kidnap her kid
Tell that nigga I'm his pappy, and I want our family happy
Now, these are just thoughts with no plan of execution
Street lights in the night? To me, that's pollution
I don't wanna see, damn, I'm getting sleepy
God damn… I feel creepy!
[Double K:] I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, man, I think I need help
I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, man, I think I need help
I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I can't stand myself
I feel creepy, I feel creepy, I feel creepy, dude, I think I need help!
[Girl:] I got it! Hello?
[Double K:] Yeah.
[Girl:] Who it this?
[Double K:] What you doing?
[Girl:] Why are you calling my house? Who is this?
[Double K:] Oh… oh…
[Girl:] What?
[Double K:] Oh…
[Girl:] Mike, is that you?
[Double K:] Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, don't hang up, don't hang up, it's me, it's me, it's me
[Girl:] Oh, my God. Who is this? I'll fucking call the cops. Don't call my house.
[Double K:] Uh huh, Put your foot on the phone. Just put your foot on the phone.
[Girl:] I'm gonna call the cops, okay? I'm not fucking around.
[Double K:] God damn it, put your foot on the phone! Fucking bitch!
[Girl:] Who are you? Why are you calling my house?
[Double K:] Stupid… oh… where's that little nappy-haired kid of yours, I'mma kill the nigga
[Girl screams]
[Double K laughs]
([Spoken sample:] Word!)
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Carried Away (2009) (CD & LP) - Om Records (OH 387)
