[Verse One: Thee Undatakerz]

Step to the altar as a sacrificial lamb

When you enter 12 o'clock, on the dot, bet he drops in the center

of a star sided circle pentagram, it's official

Worse than Heaven's Gate baby, massive family come to get you

Stab your body 'til you with it, drink your blood mixed with liquor

Bloody meat, chew on {?}, smokin weed and a Swisher

While you bleed I'll read the scripture, snatch a snake while it slither

Ceremonies of a black moon risin on you tit

It's the {?} gettin sicker, now the world is into war

Everybody led a beast who fell asleep with a whore

Revelation on the rise, tribulation at the door

Don't nobody know the time, so throw your Rolex to the floor!



[Chorus One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]

Midnight madness!  Ahh, we the undertakers

Midnight madness!

Midnight madness!



[Verse Two: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]

With Anacin and Dexetrim, medical pharmaceuticals

And tetracycline

With the Michelin Man on stage

Soaked thongs wrapped around Been Grim

Space Ghost!

Popeye and Brutus was supposed to smuggle Barney's work

but the Teletubbies waitin by the Greyhound bus station

Big Bird wanted to kill Oscar

But Minute Mouse was runnin the East coast with Bat Mike and Gazoo

On Harley Davidson bikes, Kermit the Frog was the project guard

Mr. Slate and Barney Rubble drivin a Cadillac Escalade

Donald Duck walkin across the street with Link from Mod Squad

Davey and Goliath in the purple 6-4 with mink rugs on the floor

Sippity Sam and Talcon Sam

Frank'n'Berry on the corner worried about Perry (Perry)



[Chorus Two: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]

Midnight madness! [x4]



[Verse Three: M-Balmer]

I buck one I buck two, could even buck you

Kick back nasty-minded ways to fuck witchu

Cause this is what I do, kill yo' whole crew

Told you I'm incredible game, so fuckin spit and

no compassion is shown to my victims

Each battle I'm winnin cause I'ma get wit it

I'm this Don that strike, get yo' cap peeled tonight

Unbelievable, nobody unpredictable

Hood life queen puttin it down for the S.C.

Before I leave, who they really wanna see

Nobody baby

Fuck with the queen of the tribe of the knives

Nobody who surprised, come take a walk with me, and you gon' ride

You died, a body bag, cause you made a bitch mad

Madder than a hatter, not really that that matter

My noggin so fucked up, I'm convinced I'm a psycho

Let my vocalistic rhymin take you to another level

Feel the fire, look at how we burn but the sherm

keep the flick of the flame jumpin, now lemme hear ya say somethin

I keep it comin

Let my vocalistics carry ya, represent yo' area

Six 4-5 automatics in my rifle

Ready to set it off, BOO-YAA, when it's a quick draw

Get yo' ass kicked tonight

... cause it's the midnight madness



[Chorus One: M-Balmer ad libbing]