BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley, 1997.
 

She got your number
She know your game
Look what you're under
It's so insane

Since you seduced her
How does it feel
To know that woman
Is out to kill

Every night's stance is like takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you're gonna get it

Every hot man is out takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you do forget it

To escape the world I've got to enjoy that simple dance
And it seemed that everything was on my side
(Blood on my side)
She seemed sincere like it was love and true romance
And now she's out to get me
But I just can't take it
Just can't break it

Susie got your number
And Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie got your number
And Susie says it's right

She got your number
How does it feel
To know the stranger
Is about to kill

She got your baby
It happened fast
If you could only
Erase the past
Every night's stance is like takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you're gonna get it

Every hot man is out takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you do forget it

To escape the world I've got to enjoy this simple dance
And't seemed that everything was on my side
(Blood on my side)
It seemed sincere will it will love and true romance
And now she's out to get me
But I just can't take it
Just can't break it

Susie got your number
And Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie got your number (you know)
Susie says it's right

Susie got your number
Susie ain't your friend (is going down baby)
Look who took you under
(She's of) seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife (it's going down baby)
Susie got your number (you know)
Susie says it's right

It was blood on the dance floor
(Blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(Blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(Blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(Blood on the dance floor)
And I just can't (take it)
The girl won't break it

MORPHINE
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Produced by Michael Jackson, 1997.
 

He got flash, baby
Kicked in the back, baby
A heart-attack, baby
I need your body!

A hot kiss, honey
He dug the ditch, baby
You make me sick, baby
So unreliable!

I'm such a swine, baby
All down the line, Debbie
I hate your kind, baby
So unreliable!

A hot buzz, baby
He want the buzz, baby
Another drug, baby
You don't deserve it!

Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine!

"You heard what the Dr. says?"

He got the place, baby
Kicked in the face, baby
He hate your race, baby
You're not a liar!

You're every lick, baby
Your dogs a bitch, baby
You're make me sick, baby
You talk survival!

She never come for me
She never want, baby
I got you up, baby
You're just a rival!

Always a play, daddy
Right up your league, Debbie
You're throwin' shade, daddy
So undesirable!
Trust in me
Just in me
Put all your trust in me
She doin' morphine!
Go on, baby!

Relax
This won't hurt you
Before I put it in
Close your eyes and
count to ten
Don't cry, I won't convert you
There's no need to dismay
Close your eyes and drift away

Demerol, Demerol
Oh god he's taking Demerol
Demerol, Demerol
Oh god he's taking Demerol

He's tried hard to convince her
Till there's no more of
what he had
Today he wants it twice as bad
Don't cry I won't resent you
Yesterday you had his trust
Today he's taking
twice as much

Demerol, Demerol
Oh god he's taking Demerol, hee
Demerol, Demerol
Oh my he's got his Demerol
hee... hoo...
Oogh!

"You heard what the Dr. says?"

He got shit, baby
Your dog's a bitch, baby
You make me sick, baby
You are a liar!

He shoot the game, daddy
Deep in the pain, baby
You talk the same, baby
You're so reliable!

Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
She's doin' morphine!
Hoo!

You just...
Sit around and talkin' about it
You're takin morphine!
Whoo!
Go on, baby!
You just...
Sit around try talkin' about it
You're takin' morphine!
Whoo hoo!
Just sit around just talkin' nothin' about it
She takin' morphine! Honey.
You just...
Sit around and talkin' about it
You're takin' morphine!
Whoo hoo!
You just...
Sit around just talkin' nothin' and takin' morphine!
Whoo hoo hoo!
Somethin's goin' down, baby
Whoo!
You're talk in morphine!
Go on, baby!
Whoo! Whoo!
Morphine!!
Do it!
Whoo!
She takin' morphine!
Morphine!
Morphine!!!

SUPERFLY SISTER
Written by Michael Jackson.
Composed by Michael Jackson and Bryan Loren.
Produced by Michael Jackson, 1997.
 

Love ain't what it used to be
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in
Stick it out
That ain't what it's all about

He wanna do
Something keen to you
He wanna wrap
His arms all around you girl
He wanna shake it up
Shake it down
Doing it right
He wanna jump back
Half flat
Doing it right

He wanna lay you down
Turn it up
Shake it and loose
He wanna fly high night right
Baby for you's

He wanna motormouth
Float around
Give it back
He wanna shake it up
Shake it down
Doin' now ha ha

Love ain't what it used to be
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in
Stick it out
That ain't what it's all about

Susie like to agitate
Get the boy and make him wait
Mother's preaching Abraham
Brothers they don't
Give a damn

He wanna do
Something keen to you
He wanna wrap his arms
All around you girl
He wanna do it up
Dig it hot
Deep in the night
He wanna eye ball
Get all
Playing it right

He wanna turn the key
Work the sheets
Move to the left
He wanna hot stub
Hot love
Making it wet

He wanna give hot
Jump shot
Move to the left
He wanna time bomb
Slam dunk ha ha ha

Keep it doin'
Party now

Love ain't what it used to be
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in
Stick it out
That ain't what it's all about

Sister say she love him some
(She's doin' it, she's doin' it)
Got his Jimmy on the run
Mother's preaching Abraham
Brothers they don't
Give a damn

Johnny's begging pretty please
Keep the brother on his knees
Susie likes to agitate
(Keep doin' it, keep doin' it)
Get the boy and make him wait

Sister's married to a hood
Sayin' that she got it good
Holy Mary mercy me
Can't believe the things I see

Beggin' that they got it great
They doin'
What they used to date
Push it in
Stick it out
(Keep doin' it, keep doin' it)
That ain't what it's all about
(That ain't what it's all about)

Holy Mary mercy me
(She's holy Mary moly Mary)
Can't believe the things I see
(Goin' on now)
(Hee hee!)
Mother's preaching Abraham
(She's doin' it, she's doin' it)
Brothers they don't
Give a damn
(Hoo hoo!)
(Hoo! Hoo!)
(Holy Mary moly Mary)
Sister say she love him some
(She's goin' down)
(Hoo!)
Got his Jimmy on the run
(Is jammin')
(Hee hee!)
Holy Mary mercy me
(She's holy Mary moly Mary)
Can't believe the things I see
(Keep on goin')
(Hee!)
(Hee!)

She's doin' it
You're dirty
Keep doin' it
You're dirty
Keep nasty
You're nasty
You're doin' it
You're dirty
You're dirty
You're doin' it
You're nasty
You're doin' it
Keep dirty
Keep dirty
You really don't want it
Oooh!

Hoo!
Hoo!
(Go'on now)
Hoo!
Hoo!

(Oh)
(Close your eyes)
(I gotta make)
(Goin' it up)
(She's doin')
(She's join him)
(She's join)
(She's oh)
(She's)
(Hee!)
(Keep on goin')
(Party down)

Holy Mary mercy me
(Hoo!)
Can't believe the things I see
Push it in
Stick it out
That ain't what it's all about

GHOST
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley, 1996.
 

There's a ghost down in the hall
There's a ghoul upon the bed
There's something in the walls
There's blood up on the stairs
And it's floating through the room
And there's nothing I can see
And I know it's bless the tune
Because now it's haunting me

Don't understand it
Don't understand it

There's a thumpin' in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But there's no-one seem there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is pokin'

Don't understand it
Don't understand it

(Got a ghost
Got a break in the walls
Got a ghoul
Got a break in the halls
Got to see it
Want to)

And who gave you the right to scare my family?
And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?

They put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
The ghost of jealousy

There's a thumpin' in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But nobody's seem there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is going

Don't understand it
Don't understand it

(Got a ghost
Got a break in the walls
Got a ghoul
Got a break in the halls
Got to see it
Want to)

And who gave you the right to scheme my family?
And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?
And who gave you the right to take, intrusion?
To see me!
And who gave you the right to shame my family?
And who gave you the right to hurt my baby?
She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic trees?

You put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
A suckin' ghost of jealousy

And who gave you the right to shame my family?
And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?
And who gave you the right to take, intrusion?
To see me!
And who gave you the right to hurt my family?
And who gave you the right to hurt my baby?
She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?

You put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
The ghost of jealousy

Come on!
But it's dynamite
A peace of mine
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy

IS IT SCARY
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, James Harris III and Terry Lewis.
Produced by Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis and Michael Jackson, 1996.
 

There's a ghost down in the hall
There's a ghoul beneath the bed
Now it's coming through the walls
Now it's coming up the stairs

There's a spirit in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air
Ghosts be hiding everywhere

I'm gonna be
Exactly what you wanna see

It's you who's taunting me
Because you're wanting me
To be the stranger
In the night

Am I amusing you
But just confusing me
Am I the beast
You visualized
And if you wanna see
Eccentric oddities
I'll be grotesque
Before your eye
Let them all materialize

Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Is it scary for you big baby
Is it scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Is it scary for you big baby

There's a creaking in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But nobody's sitting there
There's a ghastly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is pokin'

I'm gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see

So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before
Your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The ghoulish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the night

But if you came to see
The truth the purity
It's here inside
A lonely heart
So let the performance start

Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you big baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
So tell me
Is it scary for you baby
Tell me
So tell me
Is that realism for you big baby
Am I scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Am I scary for you

Masquerade the heart
Is the height of hurting souls
Just not what you see of me
Can hardly reveal the proof
Like a mirror reveals the truth
See the evil one is you

Is that scary for you big baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
So tell me
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you baby
Is it scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy

Wanna talk about
I wanna talk about
I don't wanna talk about
Wanna talk about

Am I scary for you baby
Is that scary for you baby
I'm tired of being abused
You know you're scaring me too
I see the evil is you
Is it scary for you baby boy