House Of Krazees - Down lyrics
[House Of Krazees - Down lyrics]
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
Who can try to diss me first then
Kiss me then I hit it, ho
Retro Horror Muzik, motherfucker
So down we go
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
At last, there it is, I almost passed it
Lay me down fast, trapped inside a casket
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
ROC, Hektic, and Mr bones
Is my name, you know the game
So I guess I'm locked down
In my fuckin' brain
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
Who can try to diss me first then
Kiss me then I hit it, ho
Retro Horror Muzik, motherfucker
So down we go
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
At last, there it is, I almost passed it
Lay me down fast, trapped inside a casket
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
ROC, Hektic, and Mr bones
Is my name, you know the game
So I guess I'm locked down
In my fuckin' brain