IF I WAS IN A SCARY MOVIE PART 6 — THE FINAL CHASE

IF I WAS IN A SCARY MOVIE

PART 6 — THE FINAL CHASE

[Intro] I’m flying down the street on a bicycle,

Pedaling like my damn life depends on it.

Behind me—

The killer.

Behind him—

The ghost.

And somehow…

The creepy-ass doll is riding a fucking tricycle.

I yelled,

“WHY IS EVERYTHING CHASING ME?!”

--- [Verse 1] I hit a pothole, nearly lost my teeth,

Looked behind me—still chasing me.

Killer running like he trained all year,

Ghost floating like, “Bitch, I'm right here!”

I screamed,

“CAN'T WE ALL JUST TALK?!”

The killer yelled,

“NO!”

I said,

“Damn, okay!

Worth a shot!”

I pedaled harder,

My legs about to quit.

Then the ghost flew past me—

I said,

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU PASS ME?!”

She turned around and smiled.

I said,

“That's cheating!”

--- [Chorus] Run, run, motherfucker, run,

This ain't funny—okay, maybe it's a little fun.

Killer on my ass, ghost in the sky,

Creepy little doll saying,

“YOU'RE GONNA DIE!”

I said,

“Not today, bitch,

I got shit to do!”

If this is how horror movies work—

I'M MOVING TO A CARTOON!

--- [Verse 2] I jumped off the bike

And stole somebody's car.

The owner yelled,

“HEY!”

I yelled,

“IT'S AN EMERGENCY!”

He said,

“That's my car!”

I said,

“YOU WANT IT BACK?!”

He looked behind me.

Saw the killer.

Saw the ghost.

Saw the doll.

He said,

“Keep it.”

I said,

“THANK YOU!”

I slammed the gas,

Tires screaming on the road.

My girl jumped in the passenger seat—

I said,

“BUCKLE THE FUCK UP!”

She said,

“Where are we going?”

I said,

“ANYWHERE THAT DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING GHOST!”

--- [Bridge] We finally reached the highway.

No killer.

No ghost.

No doll.

I slowed down.

I looked at my girl.

She smiled.

I said,

“Baby…

I think we made it.”

Then the radio turned on by itself.

Static…

Static…

Then a voice whispered—

“You forgot about me.”

I slammed the brakes.

My girl screamed.

I screamed.

We both looked in the back seat.

THE DOLL WAS SITTING THERE.

I said,

“OH, FUCK THIS!”

--- [Outro] The doll smiled.

I looked at my girl.

She looked at me.

I said,

“I'm done running.”

I grabbed the keys.

Opened the door.

Walked away from the car.

My girl yelled,

“Where are you going?!”

I yelled back—

“TO THE FUCKING AIRPORT!” [END OF PART 6]