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Jeepers Creepers Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike's Dead
Length: 2:42
Written by: Michael Calore




Mike's Dead - Jeepers Creepers Lyrics
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Dead on my jacket, like its a letterman
Imma bring the storm, like I'm the weatherman
She said she gone clean me up and turn me to a better man
I said imma kill myself, oh shit mike's dead again
Constant battles with depression
I'm eatin out the cookie and i treat it like concessions
Burning in a church as Im screaming out confessions
And they kick me to the curb its bout time I've been arrested
Look
The flows crazy like I lost it
I'm taking all the cake and now I'm eatin all the frosting
Drinking out the faucet I'm so f*ckin exhausted
They throwing up these pills and I catch em with my lacrosse stick
Served hot like chop suoy
So if I need a mac, imma call Huey
Posted in the back, flirting with a boujee
Imma have her bouncing up and down and lookin like a buoy
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
I guess I'm wanted, just like a poster
She's getting wet, just like a coaster
Imma take my fork and stab this shit into the toaster
Then ill take her to the synagogue I only eat Kosher
Dark comedy like I'm Chris Rock
I flipped it on its head and turned that shit up into hip hop
F*ckin on this baddie til I make her f*ckin hips pop
I'm doing crack with Macklemore we bought it at the Thrift shop
Look at me now sipping my liquor and drinking it down
Wearing a gown, out of my mind, king of this shit so they give me a crown
Oh wow, look at me now, who is this kid with impeccable sound
Straight jacket can't have it
They loving my shit I'm just f*ckin around
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
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Dead on my jacket, like its a letterman
Imma bring the storm, like I'm the weatherman
She said she gone clean me up and turn me to a better man
I said imma kill myself, oh shit mike's dead again
Constant battles with depression
I'm eatin out the cookie and i treat it like concessions
Burning in a church as Im screaming out confessions
And they kick me to the curb its bout time I've been arrested
Look
The flows crazy like I lost it
I'm taking all the cake and now I'm eatin all the frosting
Drinking out the faucet I'm so f*ckin exhausted
They throwing up these pills and I catch em with my lacrosse stick
Served hot like chop suoy
So if I need a mac, imma call Huey
Posted in the back, flirting with a boujee
Imma have her bouncing up and down and lookin like a buoy
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
I guess I'm wanted, just like a poster
She's getting wet, just like a coaster
Imma take my fork and stab this shit into the toaster
Then ill take her to the synagogue I only eat Kosher
Dark comedy like I'm Chris Rock
I flipped it on its head and turned that shit up into hip hop
F*ckin on this baddie til I make her f*ckin hips pop
I'm doing crack with Macklemore we bought it at the Thrift shop
Look at me now sipping my liquor and drinking it down
Wearing a gown, out of my mind, king of this shit so they give me a crown
Oh wow, look at me now, who is this kid with impeccable sound
Straight jacket can't have it
They loving my shit I'm just f*ckin around
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
Jeepers creepers who this man up in my speakers
Got me bouncin out my sneakers when he talk about the reaper
You throwin 35 I'm talkin 30 for a feature
You aint bring me back to life unless you summoning a creature
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Writer: Michael Calore
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