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Alright y’all, have all metal objects out of your pockets and tickets ready.
Gotta check your purse ma’am.
This is gonna be one CREEPY con!
NecroComiCon
x2
It was one big fright
On a dark and spooky night
When the summons was heard from the bowels of hell.
All the vampire bats, lookin’ for a snack
Swoop into the Scary Marriott
There were furries with fedoras
In this weeaboo Gomorrah
But the classic toys there are pretty cool.
The blood of nerdy virgins
Draws spooky ghoul convergence
I’m filling up my Tervis and you’re gonna scream
Smell a million virgins
My fangs I insert
into their Veins at this
NecroComiCon
x2
The ancients spoke
Of a spirit that awoke
When the cursed words were uttered
In the Klingon tongue
The feast began to gather
Soon to be cadavers
Cause we’re sucking up the blood
From these virgin nerds
Smell a million virgins
My fangs I insert
into their Veins at this
NecroComiCon
x2
Gamers from dimensions
Beyond this convention
From their basements to this
NecroComiCon
Smell a million virgins
My fangs I insert
into their Veins at this
NecroComiCon
[bass solo]
Smell a million virgins
My fangs I insert
into their Veins at this
NecroComiCon
x2
Gamers from dimensions
Beyond this convention
From their basements to this
NecroComiCon
Smell a million virgins
My fangs I insert
into their Veins at this
NecroComiCon
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The elders tell of an ancient curse
unbreakable pact makes your life worse
You took on a debt you can never repay
The creature stalks his helpless prey
You can't escape it
It will not die
Student loans
The haunting follows you house to house
bound to the credit score of your new spouse
The blob always grows and it's coming for you
the minimum payment is already due
You went to school, but you’re not so smart
You don't earn a lot with a degree in art
Paid with a loan from a creeping mud
A demonic contract, Signed in blood
Ghouls call your boss, make your work life worse
But I've escaped their horrible curse
My amulet protects from collections worms
It warms to the touch near deals with bad terms
You can't escape it
It will not die
Student loans
[bass solo]
It will not die!
It will not die!
It will not die!
[unintelligible]
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Hop, vampire, hop x4
Hoppin’ back to North Korea
Find a priest that’s gonna free ya
Better hop, vampire, hop
Hop, vampire, hop x4
Caught ya hoppin’ from the castle
‘Cause you’re a spooky rascal
Hop, vampire, hop
[bass solo]
Hello baby?
Oh, you want me to… what?
To suck… what?
Out of your what?
With my… oh BABY!
Oh, this call?
Well, it’s coming from inside the house, baby.
Hop, vampire, hop x4
You got a shirt that’s kinda bloody
From snacking on your buddy
Better hop, vampire, hop
Hop, vampire, hop x69
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You keep knocking
But you can't come in my tomb
I been laid to rest
In my burial room
With my kittycats
And a gallon of beer
You gotta stay out
You can't come in here!
I wanna get RIPd in my crypt
It's my afterlife
I wanna get RIPd in my crypt
You’re my sacrifice
I wanna get RIPd in my crypt
I got a curse for you
I wanna get RIPd in my crypt
Faded on Egyptian brew
(Boo)
(Dude)
When you’re working the sandstone
You get paid in beer
Now I'm dead and dried out
For 2000 years
So I'm cracking a cold one
And you can't say boo
If you come in my tomb
I got a curse for you
I wanna get RIPd, in my crypt
It’s my afterlife
I wanna get RIPd, in my crypt
You're my sacrifice
I wanna get RIPd, in my crypt
‘Cause I drink every day
I wanna get RIPd, in my crypt
To keep the demons away
I wanna get RIPd, in my crypt
I get sick if I don’t
I wanna get RIDd, in my crypt
And be left alone
[bass solo]
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It was a dark and spooky call
Ringing in my dungeon hall
My rotting heart filled with dread
When this HELLimarketer said
Please
May I speak to the Head
Of the Household
[bass solo]
So I grabbed a jar with the head decomposed
The caller tries to sell a high-interest loan
"Hello sir" the caller began
The head replied "Please call me ma'am."
She
Is the Head
Of the Household
[bass solo]
Though it often has been said
That she wishes she was dead
She is bringing home the bread
She's still the head
Of the Household
She has no torso
But she wears the pants
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It was a dark and spooky lagoon
Wake up late and leave my tomb
Gillmans Garage sale is beckoning me
Like the screaming bats in Vlad’s belfry
Severed limbs from jaws' victims
Discarded tire but it's got sweet rims
Curséd doubloons from pirate ghosts
Buy it all, from the spooky host
At Gillmans garage sale
There’s deals to make the dead wail
At Gillmans garage sale
It makes financial sense
[bass solo]
There's a Ouija board that's missing a piece
Or relics from the long deceased
He'll probably accept if you offer half
"Haggling’s Welcome" is his epitaph
That grimoire works, the creature can vouch
Nessie moved out, but left his couch
He takes Square, be he prefers cash
So come on in and have a splash
Gillmans garage sale
The creature sips a cocktail
Of algae infused pale ale
It really fuckin stinks
[bass outro]
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You don’t have to call me Frankenstein
But it’s ok to call me Frankenstein
That was my daddy’s name
And now I guess it’s mine
So it’s ok to call me Frankenstein
Mozart said, “What’s in a name?”
I can’t help that my daddy gave me a criminal’s brain
I’m the one to blame
So call me Frankenstein, I guess that’s my name
[bass solo]
[bass interlude]
[bass solo]
You don’t have to call me Frankenstein
But it’s ok to call me Frankenstein
x2
It’s ok to call me Frankenstein
x4
That was my daddy’s name
And now I guess it’s mine
Oh, it’s ok to call me Frankenstein
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In the basement of this castle
Where creatures and things, my hopes and my dreams go to die
I've dried out
Because I’ve cried out
In the night for my old desert tomb
Old desert tomb
Sarcophagus room-ooooom-OOOOOM
It’s my room
It’s my old desert tomb
[bass interlude]
I'm gonna find a little money
Get bloody buddy
And get my afterlife on track
Cause I'm gonna get back
Yes I'm going back
Going back
Going back
To my old desert tomb
Old desert tomb
[bass outro]
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"Mr. Boo’s new record may be absolutely terrible, but it’s full to the brimstone with valuable veiled messages and wikileaks put in place to expose the globalist agenda. Notice the “G#” position on his bass. The G represents the shape of our spiral galaxy 🌀 and the sharp symbol is commonly called a HASH tag. Universal Hash conspiracy? Did you know Haint Anger was the original soundtrack to Madea’s “Boo!”? Notice her hypnotized gaze locked on to the Amulet of Financial Feardom and turned away from the equilateral triangle with a pumpkin and skull representing the essence of Halloween and the Masonic square and or compass. Did you know Dave Ramses crafted the Amulet of Financial Feardom to protect it’s wearer from unwise financial decisions? What are you trying to tell us, Jesse Boo. The world is listening!" -G.M. Hackenslash, who does not appear on this record.
released October 17, 2019
Written by Jesse Boo
Produced by Tad Dracula and a horse of Sumerian spirits
Jesse Boo - Mystic incantations, bass, upright bass, bass synthesizers, fretless bass, contra bass, acoustic bass, drum n bass
Tad Dracula - Production, organ dissection
*Not an official Boo DudeS release. Ghastly Mike was away figuring some stuff out at the time of this recording.*
