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"You should not have come here. your not welcome here. this place is for the dead." They call me the crypt keeper in charge of the netherworlds Death valley is made up of skeletons and spoken words Vultures fly by like ghetto birds and pick flesh from bones While they melt in the sun like ice cream cones the dead zone Absorb'em until it rains brimstone and hot lava melt away puppet strings Got a thousand of 'em waiting to jump if I give the word And drag you down in the crypt without a care or concern I hold the hour glass which means my word is my bond And if your name appear on my list it' you I will be creepin on Of should I say encryptin no I'm not trippin I pause for a second To reload my weapon and blast [Chorus x2] You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya (the sun is falling and it's raining blood the deadman has returned to your neighborhood) And you know I'm bout to blast break backs, cut throats, bullet holes, gun smoke Don't you know bitch motherfucker I'm a lay you down And you know I'm bout to blast break backs, cut throats, bullet holes, gun smoke Don't you know bitch motherfucker I'm a lay you down You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya (the sun is falling and it's raining blood the deadman has returned to your neighborhood Pour out some liquor and bow your head and show respect to the motherfuckin dead Aus Songtexte Mania