Skeletons in your closet Itchin´ to come outside Messin´ with your conscience In a way your face can´t hide
Oh things are gettin´ real funky Down at the old corral And it´s not the skunks that are stinkin´ It´s the stinkin´ lies you tell
What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn´t polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it´s gettin´ ready to blow It´s gettin´ ready to show Somebody shot off at the mouth and We´re gettin´ ready to know
It´s gettin´ ready to drop It´s gettin´ ready to shock Somebody done turned up the heater
An´a it´s gettin´ ready to pop
Crevices in your pantry Now what do we have in here Havin´ a daytime nightmare Has always been your biggest fear
Oh things are gettin´ real crucial Up the old wazoo Yet you cry, why am I the victim? When the culprit´s y-o-u
What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn´t polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it´s gettin´ ready to blow
It´s gettin´ ready to show Somebody shot off at the mouth and We´re gettin´ ready to know
It´s gettin´ ready to drop It´s gettin´ ready to shock Somebody done turned up the heater An´a it´s gettin´ ready to pop
It´s gettin´ ready to seep You´re gettin´ ready to freak Somebody done picked up the talk box We´re gettin´ ready to speak
It´s gettin´ ready to jive You´re gettin´ ready to gel Somebody done gone let the lid off We´re gettin´ ready to smell
They´re gettin´ ready to deal You´re gettin´ ready to ill Somebody done just dropped the big dime And they´re gettin´ ready to squeal
It´s gettin´ ready to turn We´re gettin´ ready to learn Somebody done fired up the brimstone And you´re gettin´ ready to burn
It´s gettin´ ready to shake You´re gettin´ ready to ache Somebody done snitched to the news crew And it´s gettin´ ready to break
You´re gettin´ ready to lie They´re gettin´ ready to spy
Somebody´s been put on the hot seat And you´re gettin´ ready to fry