the guy that yells Shamone and hee hee and Ow! Ow! is in your closet

Start

Intro

*record scratch* *sample loops*

Yeah, underground message for the paranoid

Beats so ill they got your system destroyed

That ticking sound ain't your watch, it's a bomb

When the King of Pop comes knocking, something's wrong

Verse 1

Locked doors can't keep the truth contained

That falsetto freak's got your ass in chains

He's flipping through your photos with a gloved hand

Making plans for your demise that you can't understand

Middle of the night you hear the vinyl spin

That's when all your darkest secrets begin

To leak like blood from underneath your door

The moonwalking phantom's keeping fucking score

You pull the covers tight but you still hear (HEE HEE!)

That high-pitched laugh cutting through your fear

What's that shadow moving across your floor? (OW!)

Your mind's playing tricks but there's something more

Skeletons in your closet Itching to come outside Messing with your conscience In the way your face can't hidedoor's creaking, can't keep that shit closed

Skeletons dancing while your life's being exposed

That falsetto freak got your name on a list

Scratching records in your bedroom while you sleeping, this is sick

What did your shrink tell you 'bout facing facts? (HEE HEE!)

Said those demons in your head gonna stab your back

What did your ex say when they heard the truth? (SHAMONE!)

Said your whole facade was fucking bulletproof

But it's getting ready to cave, getting ready to fold

All your buried secrets about to get told

It's getting ready to wreck, getting ready to crash

That white-gloved motherfucker turning nightmares to cash

Hook

It's getting ready to drop (OW OW!)

It's getting ready to shock (HEE HEE!)

Closet monster with the glove won't stop

It's getting ready to pop (SHAMONE!)

It's getting ready to flow (OW!)

King of Pop hiding where your lies still grow

Outro

Kick the fucking door down, face what you can't hide

Skeletons and moonwalks swirling side by side

DJ cutting samples of your frightened screams (HEE HEE!)

While that high voice whisper haunts your fucking dreams

It's getting ready to end (SHAMONE!)

It's getting ready to send (OW!)

All your bullshit stories straight around the bend

The truth is breaking through, nowhere left to run

Closet monster's got you cornered, now your time has come[Verse 2]

*record scratch* *sample drops*

Back for more, didn't think that shit was done

The white-gloved phantom's just getting started, son

Moonwalking through your psyche like a thief

Stealing your security, your fucking peace

That tickling on your neck ain't the breeze (HEE HEE!)

It's breath from a legend who won't let you breathe

Thriller wasn't fiction, it was a goddamn warning

The king's in your closet since the crack of morning

Rearranging your shit while you're at work

Leaving cryptic messages that make you go berserk

The scratching ain't the record, it's his nails on the wall

Writing your obituary, planning your downfall

Footprints in the dust that shouldn't be there (SHAMONE!)

Hair standing on end when you feel his stare

Your roommates think you're crazy, losing your mind

But they don't see the shadow that follows close behind

Bridge

The turntables spin but nobody's touching them (OW!)

Your alarm system's failing, security's clutching straws

Lock the doors, check the windows, still feel unsafe

That high-pitched giggle echoing all over the place

Your sanity's hanging by a thread so thin (HEE HEE!)

The closet door's rattling, about to cave in

What's hiding inside is about to be known

The king of the damned on his makeshift throne

Final Hook

It's getting ready to crack (OW OW!)

No turning fucking back (HEE HEE!)

Closet monster with the glove on the attack

It's getting ready to burst (SHAMONE!)

It's getting ready to curse (OW!)

King of Pop turning your reality to worse

[End][Verse 3]

*eerie sample plays* *heavy scratch*

Three AM wake up, drenched in cold sweat

The King of Pop's revenge ain't finished yet

Your speakers crackle though they're powered down

A beat drops heavy, making floorboards pound

Paranoia's got you checking every crack (HEE HEE!)

The medicine ain't working, can't turn back

That white suit glowing in your peripheral view

Disappearing when you look, but always watching you

Your homies think you need psychiatric help

But they don't hear that falsetto fucking yelp

Infiltrating every thought inside your head (SHAMONE!)

Making you question everything you've ever said

The walls are closing in, there's nowhere safe to hide

From the phantom in your closet taking you for a ride

Your therapist prescribed some pills to keep you sane (OW!)

But how you gonna medicate a supernatural pain?

Extended Hook

It's getting ready to snap (OW OW!)

It's setting up the trap (HEE HEE!)

Closet monster's got your soul on tap

It's getting ready to wreck (SHAMONE!)

It's breaking through your neck (OW!)

King of Pop collecting souls without respect

Outro

*vinyl manipulation* *ominous beat fades*

The turntables spin backwards, time rewinds

As the falsetto demon burrows in your mind

Mirrors reflecting what you fear the most (HEE HEE!)

The white glove beckoning, your soul's almost toast

It's getting ready to claim (SHAMONE!)

It's getting ready to maim (OW!)

All your darkest thoughts he's about to frame

The truth has broken through, your final breath comes near

Closet monster's got you cornered, death is fucking here

[End][Final Verse]

*slow distorted sample* *ominous scratch buildup*

The finale's here, your soul's about to get snatched

That white-gloved demon's claws can't be unmatched

He's crawling from the closet, fully materialized now (HEE HEE!)

Your sanity's departed, mind completely fried, how?

Years of torment culminate in this last stand

As the phantom's fingers wrap around your trembling hand

The walls are bleeding shadows, ceiling dripping fear (SHAMONE!)

Everything you thought was real just disappears

Your neighbors hear the screams but nobody calls the cops

In this neighborhood, when terror starts, nobody stops

The legend of the closet monster spreads house to house (OW OW!)

While your existence fades to whispers, not even a mouse

The turntables keep spinning though nobody's at the decks

Your body just a vessel that the phantom wrecks

One last falsetto laugh echoes through the hall (HEE HEE!)

As the King of Pop claims the greatest prize of all

Epic Fade Out

*beat slows down* *samples distort and echo*

Your spirit joins the others in his phantom crew (SHAMONE!)

Collected souls who met the same damn fate as you

The glove collection grows with every passing day (OW!)

Another closet monster victim led astray

It's finally fucking over (HEE HEE!)

It's finally fucking done (SHAMONE!)

The closet monster's hunger never satisfied, son

The white suit fades to darkness as the record stops

But somewhere in the distance, another beat drops...

(HEE HEE!)

(OW!)

(SHAMONE!)

*final scratch fades to silence*

End