[Verse 1]
("I was down on the corner just the other day
Two cats were rappin' and i heard one say")
Say man, let's do something we ain't never done before
("Well let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!")
("I just stood there with my mouth open not believin' what i heard")
'Til I beat his a** down and left him bleeding on the curb
Like, "f** you, Clarence, I don't like to be stared at"
I scooped out his eyeballs and shoved 'em up his bare a**
Then I got to looking at the sockets I had made
Skullf**ed 'im tight until I came upon his brain
My homie said "Hey, can I get in there next?"
Yeah but use the right side... I made a mess in the left
He did that, and I snuck around back
My boot gave those eyeballs somethin' to look at
It didn't take long before Clarence stopped struggling
Which is when I said "Wait, we're forgetting something"
I tied Clarence up and threw him in my mate's car
The three of us all went down to the graveyard
[Hook 1]
So like, let's do something that we never did before
("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!")
Is that a metaphor? Do you mean f** a corpse?
("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!")
[Verse 2]
We got there and weren't no who*es around
What'd I expect? It's late, the place is locked down
The only who*es here are the ones that you can dig up
Just then I heard a noise from the car's trunk
Oh damn, we thought that Clarence died
Hey yo homie... toss me the keys to your ride
I dragged Clarence out and commenced to bustin'
Like, hey punk, let me tell you somethin'
You made some of the greatest singles in history
And your Blowfly project was pretty funny, additionally
But there's only one narrator in a Waldfield jam
Those who interrupt ("Could get a smack for that, man")
So I give him a smack, though it hurts me to do so
His skull cracks in two as he lands on a tombstone
I thrust my dick into his warm, gooey brains
Probing for any genius that may still remain
No, it's all gone now, much to my dismay
But I can't let this perfectly good body go to waste
So I skullf** him again, this time with some tears though
It's so bittersweet to go and murder your hero
But hey, c'mere homie, let's send him off well
We sing his greatest hits as his soul flies to hell
[Hook 2]
Remind me though, what was it again that we came here for?
("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!")
This is too weird a request for me to ignore
("Let's go down to the cemetery, f** some who*es!")
[Verse 3]
Alright man, I can grant you your wish
Toss me a shovel, and let's start to dig
I'll take the first shift, you be on lookout
I can hit any guards with the shovel that I took out
But wait, where'd he go? Where is my mate?
He's over there talking to some people by the gate
I jog over, and man I can't believe it
Some literal prostitutes, workin' the graveyard shift
And I've never had a problem gettin' in it
But I'm happy to support a local independent business
I pull my wallet out and give 'em fifty bucks
My mate says wait a minute, hold on up
Off in the distance, ambling slowly
Clarence is alive, and he's comin' right fo' me
I can't believe it, this guy is immortal
And not just figuratively from the records he sold
Each time he regenerates, he becomes stronger
I don't think I wanna fight with Clarence any longer
But he's picking up the pace and running at me full speed
I'm pattin' my pockets like where'd I put the keys?
But the prostitutes is sayin' "We can cover this, Wallid
You paid us plenty. You can put away your wallet"
They slash him with the daggers that they had concealed
Stab him in the brain with the tips of their stiletto heels
I grab my hat and get out of there, cos
He may resurrect again but I won't be there when he does