Lyrics Back in the Building - Czech Norris

Yep, Kill Krew

From the depths of the underground come the sounds
Of the notorious Czech Norris
I'm back in the building, attack from the ceiling
About to jump down and kill all your children
Move, adults in the room, high off the 'shrooms
Loonin' the tunes with a quarter of doobs, a quart of the booze
I'm in the booth like, Who lit the fuse? (You)
Dazed and confused with nothing to lose, I'm back on the news
It's scary, man, like Florida man, no ordinary man
Shhhhhh
More horror stories deep from the sheep's little forest
It's Mr. Norris at your door like
Hi!
Nice to meet you, Těší mě
I'm amazed I made it out the maze without a case
From SD to Oly to Praha, took off cause I got lost
In the drama, in the soap opera of an aging rhymer

It's like I'm out in space floatin', hopin'
To find another place in this sometimes
Hopeless piece-of-shit world you got me buying into
Lying to me while I'm literally dying

Who that in the cool mask? The Krew back, true that
Got my groove back like Stella
I'm hella too rad, hella defiant
Since I was like nine and scrawling on the walls
I've had my close calls with dying
I'm eyeing retiring now, aspiring now
To be a 63-year-old graffiti artist with arthritis
I might as well, pops always yelled
About me going right to hell
But jokes on him cause I was born there
And I used to wonder if I'm forever cursed
To burn everything to the fuckin' earth
Maybe, but I'd be crazy to sit back and go quietly
Silently, I'll probably go violently
Fuck it dawg, I'll defiantly be signing off
With a sawed-off to the noggin, bloggin' it PPV from a Target, yo

It's like I'm out in space floatin', hopin'
To find another place in this sometimes
Hopeless piece-of-shit world you got me buying into
Lying to me while I'm literally dying

From the depths of the underground come the sounds
Of the notorious Czech Norris
I'm back in the building, attack from the ceiling
About to jump down and kill all your children
Move, adults in the room, high off the 'shrooms
Loonin' the tunes with a quarter of doobs, a quart of the booze
I'm in the booth like