Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down Here, artist - ABK. Album song Dirty History, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Down Here |
How ya doin'? |
It’s me again! |
Underneath the concrete |
Sewage of the underworld, where the f**kin' dead sleep |
Creepin' and crawlin' with the stench of a rat |
Hear me when I’m comin' but ya don’t know where I’m at |
Never seen in the daylight, only in the nighttime |
Huntin' for me something that can increase my lifeline |
I see it all, dead bodies and such Ghetto gators goin' crazy when they haven’t |
had they lunch |
The more I kill, the bigger they get |
It’s like two Hannibal cannibals and one biscuit |
Who’s to blame that my parents hated me |
And put me in the sewer cause they knew I couldn’t reach |
Seems like I was there for years |
Before I grew a little bigger and I gave em both a scare |
Now I’m addicted to payin' people back |
Sittin' underneath the sewer caps |
And waitin' for you to pass |
Down here |
There ain’t no light |
Might not be alright |
Down here |
In these sewers and pipes |
It’s always night |
Down here |
There’s no sunlight I’m feelin' |
Down here |
Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' |
Appealin' |
(Violent J) |
Sometimes the tunnels get so small |
I have to army crawl |
My way through |
Can you relate to that? |
I can see up ladies skirts |
On their way to work |
Just for a second |
I see they booty and neden |
Tell 'em Killa |
(ABK) |
Come and visit us I know it’s somewhere that you wanna be |
Gettin' dirty life of no luxury |
Even though this road is so swervy |
This place is still home to me |
Down here |
There ain’t no light |
Might not be alright |
Down here |
In these sewers and pipes |
It’s always night |
Down here |
There’s no sunlight I’m feelin' |
Down here |
Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' |
Appealin' |
(Violent J) |
It’s always nighttime |
In the pipelines |
I sit in the sewage waistdeep and write rhymes |
I know these sewers |
And which ones are the newest |
And which ones be some underground transit movers |
We like Swamp Thing, down here, damn near |
They throw homeless people in, stab 'em |
Cook 'em right there |
I can dive, roll, somersault, tunnel crawl, spring |
I been bitten by so many f**kin' rats it ain’t a thing |
I love this, I crawl through your housepipes |
I’m hiding in your shower nozzle pissin' on your wife |
People down here are hungry, they eat muthaf**kas |
Everybody’s alone, they always eatin' each other |
I came crawlin' out the toilet, into somebody’s john |
I walked out and the family started screamin', it was on |
I ran for the fridge and grabbed everything I could |
And then dove in through the kitchen sink |
And back to tha hood |
I met a hooker down here, ya think they bad up there |
This bitch ain’t even have a neden left anywhere |
Just a big hole with nothing in the middle |
Her ugly ass titties had a rat hangin' and chewin' |
Off of each nipple |
Runnin' through the dark maze, I know my way |
I know no days, only glowing rays |
Beaming through the sewer hole lids of the streets |
Certain parts, but them parts certainly ain’t for me |
Down here |
There ain’t no light |
Might not be alright |
Down here |
In these sewers and pipes |
It’s always night |
Down here |
There’s no sunlight I’m feelin' |
Down here |
Ya have to crawl and find it all appealin' |
Appealin' |
There’s no sunlight |
There’s no sunlight |
Down Here |