Crawlspace

[Intro]
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul

[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz]
Got this house cheap, been quiet since the dog days
Amy's in the attic, yeah, well Jacob's in the crawlspace
Dressed like Paul Bearer, wearing a silicone doll's face
Covered in dirt, installing a cage made of tall grates
Anxiety's creeping, I need a couple red Oxy's
Stay pilled out like bein' fed by the head Cosby
Area's cluttered and cleanin' ain't one of my said hobbies
There's just a bloody fuckin' pile of cassettе copies
(Ha ha! You dumb ass!) Bet you thought that I'd say "dead bodiеs"
Nope, none of those, just a couple of their heads rotting
Chain smoke when someone mentions the smell
Like I'm a connoisseur of cheeses, Jesus, you can't tell? (What?)
Practical, packin' 'em where the soil is immaculate
Tactical, stackin' 'em and start braggin' if it is accurate (Yeah)
If I ain't diggin', I've been down here paintin' murals
You tryin' to have somebody gone, I'm open to referrals, let's go

[Chorus]
Down down, to the dark unknown
We can call it art, or we can call it your home
We underground now, let's start the show
Body parts scattered low 'til they all dissolve
We goin' down down (Down down down down down down)
Get acquainted with the words in the dirt
And though it sounds foul (Sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul)
You'll decompose and become one with the earth, ay

[Verse 2: Whipstick]
How's it goin'? (Hi) Welcome to my collection
Enjoy your twenty-seven prints well I'm a careful selection (Wow)
I pack a massive erection, and I'm not happy to see you
Unless you got a hypodermic needle with staph infections, ha!
Power drill deep in the side of your neck
Where hands cuffed felt stuffed with a pound of your flesh, bitch
Diggin' up the grotto time to watch your body drip the blood
Inside a forty bottle, push your limits full throttle, ay
Get comfy, stay awhile, take your shirt off (That's right)
It's not gay, we're both friends, I swear you got my word, dog
You wanna get out alive, it's time to get assertive
I'll make sure your last words are muffled and never heard of, yeah
Oh sure you can hold my gun, why not?
Fill it up with five shots, loaded with blanks (Click click click)
Got a four inch saw blade, make it last all day
Edward Longshanks, I'm the king of the crawlspace

[Chorus]
Down down, to the dark unknown
We can call it art, or we can call it your home
We underground now, let's start the show
Body parts scattered low 'til they all dissolve
We goin' down down (Down down down down down down)
Get acquainted with the words in the dirt
And though it sounds foul (Sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul)
You'll decompose and become one with the earth, ay

[Verse 3: Lee Carver]
Your subject matter seems so familiar
How the fuck you book a feature on your CD that'll kill you?
Skeletons, spiders, asbestos, and mildew
Surprise, bitch (Is this guy fuckin' for real, dude?)
Who the fuck here disturbed my slumber?
I thought I told you, Whip, lose my cellphone number
It's dark as fuck, can't see who I'm stabbin' now
Slaughter another jobber, puttin' the lucha underground
When I'm in the crawlspace, call me KrawlDad
Killin' horrorcore rappers, and my gimmick is a bald cap
I saw that y'all wanna get spooky
Let's cut class, see an R-rated movie
Let's give each other tattoos on our shoulders
Usin' each others' blood, all I need's a couple corn holders
That's all for now, kids, back to my filth and disgust
The bathroom of this abandoned Toys R Us

[Bridge: Mr 8 Legz]
Crawlspace where we got 'em
Diggin' deep down to the bottom
No more problems

[Chorus]
Down down, do the dark [unknown yeah?]
We can call it art, or we can call it your home
We underground now, let's start the show
Body parts scattered low 'til they all dissolve
We goin' down down, do the dark [unknown yeah?]
We can call it art, or we can call it your home
We underground now, let's start the show
Body parts scattered low 'til they all dissolve
We goin' down down (Down down down down down down)
Get acquainted with the words in the dirt
And though it sounds foul (Sounds foul, sounds foul, sounds foul)
You'll decompose and become one with the earth, ay