Crawlspace

Lyrics

[Intro] - Jury selection begins for a mass murder trial, for what's been more than year since these murders were discovered but Chris Kelly reports, emotion in the case, remains high - You might be witnessing, one of the most, horrible crimes perhaps, in the century It was a grisly scene, day after day, the bodies of boys and young men being taken out on a Volvo - Found the decomposed remains of three bodies, in the dirt crawlspace under the house. They suspect there are several more bodies buried here [Verse 1: Blacastan] I'm havin' visions of killin' bitches and I ain't holdin' back Decapitatin' co-eds (murder!), with a golden axe To give chase gettin' stalked by Leatherface My basement is the butcher shop, I couldn't choose a better place (I'm lickin' blood off the murder weapon, weapon, weapon, weapon!) Aroused by the bloody taste Snuff film directors makin' millions off of bloody tapes [Chorus: Blacastan x3] Now check out my crawlspace PLEASE, check out my crawlspace! Now, now, now, check out my crawlspace PLEASE, check out my crawlspace! Hahahaha! [Verse 2: Lord Goat] Fenriz grill, magic from the cobra's grin I don't give a fuck, I pump your sister at the motor-in Heavy Metal Jeep music is the realest Demand respect when I rock a 'fro like Don Cornelius Too savage, bundles of Janice in tubs of liquid acid 'Cause brain damage on the mic don't manage This is Supercoven, fuck yo' mother They call me Ugly Gutter We terrorize a quarter century like the Bulger Brothers Only rap over Ozzy fringes I got the Cosby sickness Malpractice in the Maserati got the shotties in this Pop the only livin' witness 'cause survival's vital Time is money, yo, I sleep with a rifle Got lysergic circus inverted, killers pushin' medicines '83, the kids that put cyanide in all the Excedrins They call me Coke Ackroyd, it's a murder feast Surgeon speaks quiet on the altar when we burn the priest [Verse 3: Blacastan] In black Velour sweats is Blac in Gore-Tex Respect on all sets, we're livin' you all wet (Splash!) Murder catchin' thrills from the killin' field Reportin' live from the Killin' Fields (Hahh) You rappin' by how ya chain glow This is darker than the serpent in a rainbow (Hahahahahaha!) We increasin' the fuckin' death toll As we cross the psychological threshold I'm Tim Robbins in Jacob's Ladder I'm hotter than that Gin runnin' through your bladder Hennessy, we need Hennessy Before we dissect out enemies Black as Stanley Kubrick, Clockwork Blood Orange Coagulated blood clots stick like porridge The last page in the epilogue EMT got stuck in a traffic clog There's no way they're gonna save you now There's no way they're gonna save you now [Chorus x3] Now check out my crawlspace PLEASE, check out my crawlspace! Now, now, now, check out my crawlspace PLEASE, check out my crawlspace! Hahaha!