Horror Show Video (MV)

Welcome; to Jay-Lee's freak show!
(Welcome to the show!)
If you may calmly take your seats (Please do!)
And await for the show to begin! (Yeah, yeah!)
And you can wait for the monsters and freaks
To come up onto the stage (Yuh! Yuh!)
But nobody's gunna come up onto the stage (No!)
Because the real monsters? (No!) and the real freaks? (No!)
(No, no! No!) They're behind you. (Woo!)

Have you ever had insomnia?
Have you ever been sad? Here's a song for ya!
A reminder there's always much awfuller
Like a killer who'd rip up a toddler
Drinking the puddle of blood on the floor from the
Orphan I killed the night before last
Nicholas, sit up, it's time for a slit up the wrist
I'm resorting to murder!
But you can't vacate from this pain! (No!)
You can't escape from this blade, (No!)
Prepare to be cut by the coroners knife (Yuh, yuh!)
I'm removing your brain!
Favourite victim I've had a minute, so thank you for sitting
So patient you're brilliant!
I might be sad; shed a tear when I'm stringing ya!
Listen; the angels, lil' Nicky! They're calling ya!

Even God can't save you; try to run i'll chase you!
Cry to mum what Jay do!
I'll slice you up; deface you!
But I won't stop with just you
I'll get your f*cking mum too
I'll cut 'em up; defile 'em, gut
Get anyone who loves you!

Put ya wife to bed one night
Kiss her head as you bid goodbye!
You sit back; turn off the light!
You sleep tight, dream of delight!
But you haven't seen what's behind
The curtains you drew just before your shuteye
It's a terrible sight! it's the devil! Bring demons and scythe!
He's as ready as ever; it's Jay-Lee
Your head better prepare to be severed!
There was never a chance you'd survive till tomorrow
He's already killed your mother and and child!
So wild and vicious and - hah - your wife just woke
One swipe; her life is over - the carpet!
Blood keeps spilling, her neck is untethered!
I leave you there screaming; in red ink you're swimming
I hope you believe me now - naw - I'm just kidding

Hey there, lil Timothy, how do you do?
I see you there just chillin' in your livin room!
I see you're weak from boredom; quarantine is causin'
But I can set you free if you will come with me this mornin'!
But you cannot tell your dadda; your mumma; your cousins
You better swear to silence if you go where the fun is!
'Cos I might resort to violence if you make me so promise
The pain is half the game; you better win or be punished
And the chase is half the same
So if you run then I'll love it!
(Love it, love it, love it!)