Crawlspace

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, 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 of an 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 the Lord sweats, is black 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 Killing Fields
You rappin' by how ya chain glow
This is darker than a 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 our 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