[Verse 1: Kung Fu Vampire]
I've been blackballed by the overlord
I give zero fucks, I'm a morbid whore
Zero radio hits, bl-blood on the dance floor
Bloodbath, Weekend at Bernie's
I've weakened your gurney and settled the score
I know you heard me singing from the stage
I know you've been in my death, we'll rage against the regime against the corporate suits
Pumping out garbage to toxin our youth, and I'm talking to you, this is me in the booth
This is me in reality, spreading the lovе, I'm not stealing the loot
I'm running the jеwels and I pass 'em to you
Underground gothic hip-hop, wicked shit, horrocore or whatever you wanna call it
All is good when you control art
The fans get exactly what they desire
Not the designer, I'm not the definer, I'm just a musician you listen to when you are tripping out in your recliner
Throw some KFV, Blaze, Boondox and 3ality in your headphones
It's The Skeletones, feeling high from the strains and it's pumping through your veins

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
That bass drop and [cork knock?] and heart-stopping sounds
The soundtrack of life that is straight underground
The music we live by, we die by, get high by
Got heads soaring, so high in the sky, ain't no flyby
Straight underground music, ain't here to make 'em dance
Straight underground music, making money is the plan
Straight underground music, getting mad at any means
Straight underground music, even creating murder scenes
[Verse 2: 3ality]
You cannot fathom Imagine Dragons (Nope)
Heaven that has become home to rations (Yes)
Stacking this green, this blue, just caverns, I'm savage (Uh huh)
The plans for your death are called red pimps
White Christmas, Chris won't miss and no prints of Will time, it's my time (Yeah)
Plug in and turn the game on
Somebody once told me that I am an all-star
Smashed 'em in the mouth and got blood on the dance floor
I am the Phoenix and I am the meanest, the realest, it's time for y'all to see it (Uh huh)
The booth is my dojo, I've mastered this kung-fu that some of all your fans is right here in front of you
The Zombie, the Scarecrow and Vampire not with the carnival but I spit fire
Swallow my sword, your mom's a kamikaze
Gave birth to a playwright she forgot to abort
And I can never die (Yes), let me tell you why (Yes)
Every time I fall I rise up to the sky (Yes)
Middle finger high, swing the hatchet side-to-side
Motivation I provide to the thoughts of homicide
So come to my asylum, ideas behind 'em
Become one and kill the demons from inside 'em
I am you, and we are one
It is fear and this battle's won

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
That bass drop and [cork knock?] and heart-stopping sounds
The soundtrack of life that is straight underground
The music we live by, we die by, get high by
Got heads soaring, so high in the sky, ain't no flyby
Straight underground music, ain't here to make 'em dance
Straight underground music, making money is the plan
Straight underground music, getting mad at any means
Straight underground music, even creating murder scenes
[Verse 3: Boondox]
My G shot, out tree tops
While they rock steady to the beat bop
The Ninja-like beat my detox
And I slice a motherfucker when the beat drop
Then the lights go dim and the beat stop
I'ma strut this shit like peacock
I'ma spread this ruckus till there's so many of us then we busting out the sheetrock
Like T-Roc I'm etched in stone, when the booth don't close better bet it's on
This underground shit don't play, we grow, stopping moans with a microphone
So y'all really want beef with bulls and the whole damn herd if the heat gets pulled
Don't run into the sheep, get fooled, and we busting down the tunnels 'bout to reap that wool
We've taking everything, no longer saying that things have changed
We've taken all our pain and coming for you, changing things
We go against the grain, for this these bitches give the stain
But now the underground is king and we've been fit to reign

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
That bass drop and [cork knock?] and heart-stopping sounds
The soundtrack of life that is straight underground
The music we live by, we die by, get high by
Got heads soaring, so high in the sky, ain't no flyby
Straight underground music, ain't here to make 'em dance
Straight underground music, making money is the plan
Straight underground music, getting mad at any means
Straight underground music, even creating murder scenes