Every night it will visit you, to f**k, incubus.
First it’ll buss, and then it’ll screw, screw much, incubus.
Wicked demon hops on you a while, you-hump, incubus.
Your mound it is driving like a pile—lewd touch, shtup you much.

While it’s driving, constantly leers, grooves much, incubus.
You’ve gotta wonder: How’d it get here , to touch, hump you much.
You awake, your hair is mussed, mussed from incubus.
You’ve been pried by the incubus—you’s humped…incubus.

[demonic moaning]

Won’t see the creature in day, no-sun incubus.
It’s gonna drive its strut while you’re sleeping away (huge strut, incubus).

It wants it….
And it has it!

Tuppin’ and stickin’…night, not day,
but it will not make babies.
Tuppin’ and stickin’ where you lay.
And it drives your labies, having its way.

Incubus….

So, each night, visit from incubus, to hump, incubus.
So, each night it’s wicked incubus, lewd touch, incubus.
It drives your labies, having its way, screws much, incubus.
Each night it has its friggin’ way, to shutp, incubus.

It wants it….

During day you’ll feel nonplussed from shtups…incubus,
Because you’re swived at night by the incubus (you shtupped…incubus).