David S. Pumpkins walked so Unknown Singing Ghost could run. When some teenagers are subjected to a ditty of the damned listening party from a quartet of graveyard ghosts, you might assume that Chance the Rapper’s spirit did not die from a lifelong addiction to sticking nine-volt batteries up his ass. (Hey, the jolts felt really good, okay?) But that would deprive you of one hell of a disturbing bop, which culminates in his quest to get the ultimate voltage strike on his roof: “Like Benjamin Franklin with his key and kite / That lightening hit my pole that night / I squealed with delight but I quickly stopped / When my insides fried and my colon popped.” We’ll stop there, since he also shits himself. And, uh, since his penis caught on fire.