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holmes & watson - 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 this 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 crawlsp+ce under the house. they suspect there are several more bodies buried here

verse 1: blacastan:

i’m havin’ visions of k!llin’ b+tches and i ain’t holdin’ back, decapitatin’ co+eds, with a golden axe
to give chase gettin’ stalked by leatherface, my bas+m+nt is the butcher shop i couldn’t choose a better place (i’m l!cking blood off the murder weapon, weapon, weapon, weapon…!)
aroused by the bl++dy taste, snuff film directors makin’ millions off of bl++dy tapes
chorus: blacastan:

now check out my crawlsp+ce, please check out my crawlsp+ce!
now now now, check out my crawlsp+ce, please check out my crawlsp+ce! (x3)

verse 2: lord goat:

ventless grill, magic from the cobra’s grin, i don’t give a f+ck 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, f+ck yo’ mother, they call me ugly gutter, we terrorize a quarter century like the bolger 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, k!llers 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 k!lling field, reportin’ live from the k!lling fields
you rappin’ by how ya chain glow, this is darker than a serpent in the rainbow (hahahahahaha!)
we increasin’ the f+ckin’ 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

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