[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
I just watch you bleed right up underneath
Come with me to this cozy place
That's tucked away under the floorboards
It's Richard Hanson, Andy Warhorns
The foreign porn activities on all of y'all in captivity
You were forewarned 'bout a week ago
And notified of that killing spree
Now the chloroform's wearing off
And you realizing that I'm tearing off
Half your face with this broken bottle
In this place 'cause you chose to follow
A sociopath I love to choke a model
Then put coke up inside of both my nostrils
I wrote the novel Wicked Killagraphy, now you're realizing there's no tomorrow
My soul is hollow, cold and swallowed up in the darkness it's growing strong
That violent urge as I write the words
That's quite absurd and I know it's wrong
But I stroll along holding on to the madness I embrace it
I am the language of anguish mind is just dangers
Reason why you never ride with strangers
Now you're trapped inside my house of horrors
That's foul and morbid, I designed the chambers
It's disguised as your local church
But underneath you will find my neighbors
Tucked away and some skinned alive
My method when it gets intensified
See they were meant to die, never left to be identified
Just filmed inside of my
[Chorus: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Crawlspace!
I put them bodies in my crawlspace!
Underneath my house I got my secret little crawlspace!
Film 'em all, then kill 'em all, then leave 'em in my crawlspace!
You're the perfect one for me to put inside my crawlspace!
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace!
Underneath the house you can find the bodies rotting inside of our crawlspace!
You're the perfect one for me to leave your ass bleeding inside our crawlspace!

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Hi everybody, better know I'm not somebody you can trust
It could end real bad with a motherfucker stuck in a box with no arms and no legs
Like a stump human sized bobblehead
Could be dead but it is not an option given by the demon that torments you every night
In the place where you scream but ain't nobody ever coming to your rescue
Can you see? No you can't 'cause your sight
It got took with a screwdriver that was heated like a divo took your bike and rode away
With a motherfucker bleeding like a pussy they be pleading for a Maxi fucking Pad
That's too bad let it spray in a place where you crawl
Just like a baby and a play then call me Chucky
You're the child within a play
I need your fillings as I'm peeling off your skin and pulling out your bloody steaming fucking guts sticky like Milky Way
Then it's over like Halloween is in November but this haunted house is open year long
Welcome to my torture chamber, shut the door and meet your neighbor
No surprise, you will die, that's a strong possibility
You must consider no one, that nobody, ever ever gonna wait
Then got affected on the block
Hear the clock ticking away your motherfucking final minutes
Hella loud like a blast that would lock motherfucker better not
Consider taking me for granted and my kindness for a weakness or they will
Get to feel the pain nobody that is normal could imagine
Like a testicle that menace made me grill
Like a pussy or an anus man I'm stuffing with a cactus
And the fact is I have only just begun
I'm only getting started thinking of another target
To abduct, that could be anyone
[Chorus: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Crawlspace!
I put them bodies in my crawlspace!
Underneath my house I got my secret little crawlspace!
Film 'em all, then kill 'em all, then leave 'em in my crawlspace!
You're the perfect one for me to put inside my crawlspace!
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace! (What?)
Our crawlspace!
Underneath the house you can find the bodies rotting inside of our crawlspace!
You're the perfect one for me to leave your ass bleeding inside our crawlspace!