Silence

The Boogah Man will get 'cha if you don't watch out!
Dark, cinematic crunk rap with a Halloween vibe and redemptive arc where the Boogah Man’s call unveils inner conflict amid eerie beats.

Lyrics and production by Jeffrey Smigelski based on Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem "The Boogah Man".  Vocals and music AI-generated with full rights, mixed from stems by Jeffrey Smigelski, PhD.

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Callin' of the Boogah Man

[Intro]
The Boogah Man
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Callin’ of the Boogah Man.

The Boogah man will get 'cha if you don't watch out!

[Verse 1]
When the evening shadows
come a-gliding down,
Falling black and heavy
Over hill and town,
If you listen careful,
Careful as you can,
So's you bound to notice...

shhhh...

silence...

There's a dropping pin.

Then you'll hear a funny,
Sound across the land;

Woo-oo, woo-oo!

Lay low...

That's the calling...
of the Boogah Man!

[Chorus]
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hear him as he go along the way;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Don't you wish the night would turn to day?
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hide your eyes behind your hands;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Callin’ of the Boogah Man

[Verse 2]
When the wind's a shivering
through the gloomy lane,
and there comes a pattering
of the evening rain,
When the owl's a hooting
out there in the woods,
Don't you wish, my honey,
that you had been good?
There ain't no use to try to
Snuggle up, 
Hide!
if you can...

Woo-oo, woo-oo!

Bless you...

that's the calling...
of the Boogah Man.

[Chorus]
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hear him as he go along the way;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Don't you wish the night would turn to day?
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hide your eyes behind your hands;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Callin’ of the Boogah Man

[Someone Shouts]
Uh Oh, It's the Boogah Man!
Everybody Run!

[Bridge - Boogah Man Rap]
I'm the Boogah Man and I'm goin' to get cha'
No use in hidin' 'cause I'm always wit' cha',
I know where you live, I know where you are,
'Cause you opened a door, and you can't run far,
I see your secrets, I know your despair,
I lurk in shadows, I ride the night air,
Just look in a mirror, and then you'll see me.
Cause you've been bad...
and that set me free.

[Verse 3]
If you loves your mom,
and you minds your dad,
if you try to be,
more good than bad,
if you say your prayers,
every single night,
Before you tucks the covers
and puts out the light,
Then the rain can patter,
Wind blow like a fan,
But you need not bother,
about the Boogah Man!

[Chorus]
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hear him as he go along the way;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Don't you wish the night would turn to day?
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Hide your eyes behind your hands;
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Callin’ of the Boogah Man

[Outro]
Woo-oo, woo-oo!
Callin’ of de Boogah Man.
The Boogah man will get 'cha if you don't watch out!
...

Boogah!


© 2025 Lyrics by Jeffrey Smigelski, PhD. All rights reserved.

Callin' of the Boogah Man

Romans 9:21 (Vessel Of Honor)

not stoppin

Grizzy (Prod. AndreOnBeat)

Garden of horror

Zero Sum Game

The void doesn't just call. It speaks back.
Raw Memphis phonk. Dual vocals trading bars about the cycle that never stops. From 3 AM demons to broken promises to fading to black.
This is addiction without the filter. Triple Six Mafia-style nihilism meets testimony.
No glorification. Just raw truth.

The Void Speaks Back

The species stands at the edge of flame,
With systems broken and no one to blame.
But blame ain’t a doctrine—design is,
And the future begins when we build what lives.

We’ve named the twist, exposed the lie,
Mapped the stars and learned to fly.
But now we rise with coordinated breath,
And build a future that outlives death.

Survival ain’t instinct—it’s architecture,
A plan that spans every sector.
We build for the old, the young, the lost,
And pay the future’s sacred cost.

No more silos, no more spin,
No more waiting for change to begin.
We link the minds, we sync the grid,
And build the world the trance forbid.

We build as one, not prey to fate,
We rise with rhythm, we coordinate.
The species mind is born today,
And the doctrine lights the only way.

This ain’t utopia—it’s survival math,
A path that dodges the system’s wrath.
We build in orbit, we build on ground,
And every soul becomes profound.

The species mind ain’t just a dream,
It’s the echo of a unified stream.
We think together, act as flame,
And rewrite history without shame.

We’re not machines—we’re mythic breath,
We build to live, not fear death.
And every doctrine, every line,
Becomes the pulse of the species spine.

We’re not divided—we’re designed,
To build a future that’s aligned.
And this track? It’s the final call,
To rise as one—or lose it all.

We build as one, not prey to fate,
We rise with rhythm, we coordinate.
The species mind is born today,
And the doctrine lights the only way.

We Build as One

The Sound Of The Wicked

Letter to Molly (prod. by pyctur)

Forged in the roar of stadium lights and the shadows beneath the bleachers, the Wicked Clown League is the official voice of the Wicked Clown Football League. Blending hard-hitting lyricism, cinematic sports energy, and the league’s signature dark carnival edge, the group creates anthems that feel like stepping onto the field under blood-red lights.

Born from the culture of the WCFL itself—a universe where grit meets spectacle and every yard costs a piece of your soul—the Collective represents the heartbeat of the league. Their sound combines epic orchestral builds, heavy bass, icy atmospheres, and battle-ready flows designed to hype players, fans, and entire arenas into war-ready frenzy.

From stadium intros to team-specific battle hymns, every track they create is tailored to the league’s world: eerie professionalism, gladiator-level intensity, and the unmistakable Wicked Clown energy that separates the WCFL from every other league on earth.

The Wicked Clown League isn’t just a music group—
they’re the soundtrack to the league’s legend,
the pulse of every highlight,
and the echo that follows each game long after the final whistle.

The Sound Of The Wicked

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