| How ya doin'? |
| It’s me again!
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| Underneath the concrete
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| Sewage of the underworld, where the f**kin' dead sleep
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| Creepin' and crawlin' with the stench of a rat
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| Hear me when I’m comin' but ya don’t know where I’m at
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| Never seen in the daylight, only in the nighttime
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| Huntin' for me something that can increase my lifeline
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| I see it all, dead bodies and such Ghetto gators goin' crazy when they haven’t
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| had they lunch
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| The more I kill, the bigger they get
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| It’s like two Hannibal cannibals and one biscuit
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| Who’s to blame that my parents hated me
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| And put me in the sewer cause they knew I couldn’t reach
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| Seems like I was there for years
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| Before I grew a little bigger and I gave em both a scare
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| Now I’m addicted to payin' people back
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| Sittin' underneath the sewer caps
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| And waitin' for you to pass
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| Down here
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| There ain’t no light
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| Might not be alright
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| Down here
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| In these sewers and pipes
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| It’s always night
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| Down here
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| There’s no sunlight I’m feelin'
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| Down here
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| Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin'
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| Appealin'
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| (Violent J)
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| Sometimes the tunnels get so small
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| I have to army crawl
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| My way through
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| Can you relate to that?
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| I can see up ladies skirts
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| On their way to work
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| Just for a second
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| I see they booty and neden
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| Tell 'em Killa
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| (ABK)
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| Come and visit us I know it’s somewhere that you wanna be
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| Gettin' dirty life of no luxury
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| Even though this road is so swervy
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| This place is still home to me
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| Down here
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| There ain’t no light
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| Might not be alright
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| Down here
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| In these sewers and pipes
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| It’s always night
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| Down here
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| There’s no sunlight I’m feelin'
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| Down here
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| Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin'
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| Appealin'
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| (Violent J)
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| It’s always nighttime
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| In the pipelines
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| I sit in the sewage waistdeep and write rhymes
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| I know these sewers
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| And which ones are the newest
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| And which ones be some underground transit movers
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| We like Swamp Thing, down here, damn near
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| They throw homeless people in, stab 'em
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| Cook 'em right there
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| I can dive, roll, somersault, tunnel crawl, spring
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| I been bitten by so many f**kin' rats it ain’t a thing
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| I love this, I crawl through your housepipes
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| I’m hiding in your shower nozzle pissin' on your wife
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| People down here are hungry, they eat muthaf**kas
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| Everybody’s alone, they always eatin' each other
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| I came crawlin' out the toilet, into somebody’s john
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| I walked out and the family started screamin', it was on
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| I ran for the fridge and grabbed everything I could
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| And then dove in through the kitchen sink
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| And back to tha hood
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| I met a hooker down here, ya think they bad up there
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| This bitch ain’t even have a neden left anywhere
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| Just a big hole with nothing in the middle
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| Her ugly ass titties had a rat hangin' and chewin'
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| Off of each nipple
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| Runnin' through the dark maze, I know my way
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| I know no days, only glowing rays
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| Beaming through the sewer hole lids of the streets
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| Certain parts, but them parts certainly ain’t for me
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| Down here
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| There ain’t no light
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| Might not be alright
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| Down here
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| In these sewers and pipes
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| It’s always night
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| Down here
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| There’s no sunlight I’m feelin'
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| Down here
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| Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin'
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| Appealin'
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| There’s no sunlight
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| There’s no sunlight
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| Down Here |