Down

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[Verse 1: The ROC] Down you go, down I go with this Retro Horror Muzik show I tic and I tac to stick my knife in your asshole My brain's swelled with rhymes that I drop on a dime For a dollar I screw you, for two I'ma do you So watch as I plot my death, a bullet to my fuckin' chest I run with the House, punk, you know I go to the death Hektic, Mr. Bones, and ROC, the dirty trio, [peep?] Who can rock them beats and [on these halls then?] these bloody streets Who can try to diss me first then kiss me then I hit it, ho Retro Horror Muzik, motherfucker, so down we go [Verse 2: Hektic] Rest in peace is what you told me before I died It doesn't matter 'cause it was just a sui-suicide Grave digger, my tombstone is my headrest 666 is my motherfuckin' address No flowers, I don't need 'em, so don't bring 'em, right? I just sit and hate, hopin' everybody dies Popped the kill, the thrill of a blood quench Ain't nothin' like the smell of a death stench Corpses lyin' on the ground like it ain't shit Death is really gettin' [part of?] gettin' chapped lips At last, there it is, I almost passed it Lay me down fast, trapped inside a casket [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] Down I go, down in a hole, with my soul Covered with dirt, I can feel my blood flow Through my veins, straight to my brain As I lie in a casket deep in my hollow grave Wakin' up, oh shit, I thought I was dead Suffered two gunshots to the side of my head I thought I killed myself once upon a time 'Cause of the fucked up thoughts inside of my mind But am I dead? Did suicide ease my pain Or did I just result in an early grave Bugs and insects feast on my rotten flesh But I'm still wonderin', is life a fuckin' test? Six feet deep in the earth is where I sleep But at the witching hour, I feel the need to creep Through the streets, on a mission searchin' for souls 'Cause the blood on my hands seems much too old Take the toll inscribed in scrolls Dig me no hole, dig me no tomb, in my padded room When we come, we grab ya by the throat R.O.C., Hektic, and Mr. Bones Is my name, you know the game So I guess I'm locked down in my fuckin' brain
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Credits
- Writers
- The R.O.C.
- Monoxide
- Madrox