A stalker in the night,
Compact and mean,
A creature plucked right from,
An animal’s worst dream.
He’ll bleed you slow,
His eyes glow red,
The little monsters,
Will get us in the end.
Run for your lives,
A terror is unleashed
A real life x-file is coming
For your beasts.
Might be a coyote,
He’ll bite your throat,
He’ll bite your throat,
He’s the bigfoot of mexico,
El chupacabra.
A chameleon and a killer,
An experiment gone awry,
Leaving a trail of victims,
All bled dry.
Disappearing like a shadow,
You’ll never apprehend,
The little monsters,
That’ll get us in the end.
Run for your lives,
A terror is unleashed
A real life x-file is coming
For your beasts.
Might be a coyote,
He’ll bite your throat,
He’ll bite your throat,
He’s the bigfoot of mexico,
El chupacabra.
