There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that troop we're troopers
The only air time you get is on Bloopers
Beatsie Boys in the place up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossing
I been in your bathroom often
Taking punk MC's out I'm all about
My to do list today is turn the party out
Getting hot in here no room to breathe
I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
No I'm not Herman Munster nor Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match my ass and your face
Listen when I tell you dog;
I'm in your crawl space
You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
You suckers try to front like you've got the force
But I'll slay you like Vader sip you for a first course
Don't even get me started on the intercourse...
AHHHHH!
Don't step into my zone or even periphery
Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery
The way you act a fool son you can't erase
And you're running on your way like a steeple chase
You tried to take my title put it back in place
But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
Stealing my style from my trophy case
But my drive's secure like on an army base
You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
You ain't never gonna catch me;
I'm in your crawl space
Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
'Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?
'Cause these rhymes are 200 proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
'Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep Cochise;
I'm in your crawlspace
