Crawl Space

Whoo, yeah, dude

I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement

Check my chat logs online
Keep a buck-knife on the waistline
Brin be used to the wasteland life
So me and Dale waste your life
Yes, we pack gun, tag a thick tongue
Bonafide fried ass cheek meat on the taste buds
Jack risked it all on Titanic you dumbass bitches
If your ship was sinking too aren't you thinking that you would panic?
Cock the fucking gun and blast the knees off of a mannequin
At Dillards, I'm number 13 like Millard Fillmore
Swerving in a Jeep, the Beep Boys got the shmeat
And I'm really gonna smackle my salami on your teeth
Brian doesn't mean to ever do this shit on purpose
I'm just stealing purses
Burping Zachy shirtless at the fucking circus
Every now and then I'm going psycho
Leave my ass alone and do not touch it unless you try to
Take your bicycle and your push start car parked in your backyard
Watch Joey wreck the bike in your front yard
Got poison ivy nuggets growing in a bucket
At my cousins, every now and then I pluck em and say fuck it
Fuck it, smoking leaves of three will get you puffin
Pretty soon your feeling nothing
So I point the fucking gun and smoke your nugget with it

I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement

Blue jeans, popping two beans
Driving in a two seat police chief wagon from the 50's
New meat for your new bitch
Living like she never got a hot tard cock on her cool teeth
I switch the flow up, stab a mother fucker and let out a Boa-
Constrictor in your family home
Shouldn't have been a homo around a cobra
Dale's been funny since college
It doesn't take a lot but I like a lot bitch
I really go dumb when I shoot the wrong bitch
It'll take time for me to stop this
Suckle on my balls and get off my cock bitch
Locking the basement, they calling a locksmith
Tear your ass up like some Betty Crock mix
Serve your ass up with some Chinese chop sticks, uh
Uh, she wanted a murderer
Uh, she got what she wanted
Uh, she wanted a murderer
So I point the gun at your head
Rambo strapped back with the lead
And enough ammo stacked back in the shed
Off with their heads, off, off with their heads
Roll around in the grass till my fucking backs red
Chill out one minute, slapping your face your hat be spinning
Slipping the slag in the fucking kitchen
Wonder what Brian's making for dinner?
At Dale's house, man there's no silverware
Eating with my fingers
I be slopping and gagging, I need some silverware

Whoo, yeah, dude

I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement
I ain't lying, dead cops in my basement