So, three monsters walk into a bar...
Welcome to my home. Enter freely and of your own will.
Yo. Yo. O-M-G in the house
Straight out of Transylvania, son!
6-5. Triple O.
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go.
I'm das vampyr, lived millenia
I'll suck the blood from the necks of any ya
I own the night time, with my tight rhyme
Children of the night, throwing beats so right, oh their music's so fine
I'm the original science fiction horror, yo
Robots, walking dead and aliens have gots to go
Leapt from the literary, I'm crazy scary, book or picture show
Reanimate flesh, made from cellular mesh, I'm sewn from head to toe
Since I got the bite you see, love the pale moonlight so free
Never thought I'd be so happy with my sick lycanthropy
Shorties think I'm cuddily. But there's just one problem G.
Twenty-seven to thirty days of the month I can't be the REAL me.
With just one look, you'll find me mesmerizing
Let me groove you babe til the sun comes up above the horizon
Now come the day time, that's my stay away time
Don't sparkle in the sun, getting dusted is no fun, got no UV ray time
I got no money, no friends, no kind of property
Just got my brain, that my insane - daddy gave to me.
Should I feel kindness towards or pity for my enemies?
Hell no, it's war against this insupportable misery.
Your silly silver swords and bullets don't give me a fright
My homies in my wolf pack got my back we're really tight
So don't bring wolfsbane next time you come best bring Kryptonite
My boys are beasts, no teenage emo injun punks in sight
MONSTER: "What the...?"
VAMPIRE: "Dude, that is not cool."
WOLFMAN: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right, Teenage Emo Native American Punks, my bad, my bad."
MONSTER: "My left arm is 1/16th, son."
WOLFMAN: "I know, my bad, this one's on me, okay?"
MONSTER: So keep your pitchforks, your torches and just stay away
WOLFMAN: Cause where you see an angry mob we three see a buffet
VAMPIRE: We're monsters son, you'll never live to see the break of day
Fire bad? Only in the summer time, son
"Summertiiiimee... and the living is" Arrgggghhhh.
I wear my curse like I wear my fly jacket
I got the brains and brawn and the lyrical skills to back it
I'm self-aware of my mad surgical stitches
I am greater than - the sum of - my graveyard parts, bitches
There's no mistaking me; No way you're staking me.
So keep your garlic and your crosses, you ain't takin' me.
One. One Monster. Two. Two Monster. Three. Three, Original Monster Gangstas, bitches! Ah, Ah, Ah... Shut up.