The Hole lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
On this everyday trip to go get the mail
Never knew that this be the day that he visit hell
Do not wanna get caught so I bought some [?]
Tryin' to get out the mud plus that blood in my fingernails
Cover the window with duct tapin'
If I die tonight, you ain't gotta tell me, I know what's waitin'
The Last Demon, the promise, the Reaper, n*gga, so it's "f*ck Satan"
Ain't nobody really killer so it's "f*ck Freddy and f*ck Jason"
Drag 'em through the hall bleedin', all leakin'
Nobody hear me when I hit the bathroom, it was all demon
Couldn't barely pick his big ass up, like f*ck, I'm all leanin'
Finally lifted him in the bathtub, that's a tall [?] f*ck, I'm sweatin'
Break the Chlorox out the laundry room
I'm supposed to be at the AA meeting, they'll be on me soon
If I do not show up they might roll up, that'd be drama too
Hurry, get the bleach up in the hallway to my mama's room (sh*t is dark)
Next I get the hacksaw, try to hack off his limbs
Takes too long, then I'll get the chainsaw, *vrinn vrinn*
sh*t made a mess, get the Windex, Ajax and a bin
Better hurry up before somebody at the meeting pull up try'na be a friend
I begin, with the acid bath, fast like a robot
Mind do be in a spin, right about to hit a roadblock
Brains hangin' from the walls like I'm deep in your thoughts
Right about to get to mop up, right then the door knocked
[Interlude]
Sssh*t
Fff*ck
*Bell rings*
f*ck
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Step up
Okay, they don't know nothin', they don't know nothin'
*Door opens*
—Ayy, what's up, man?
*Door closes*

[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
Yeah, I be with it when it's danger close
People thinkin' I'ma [?] it's what I hate the most
You might, f*ck around and never make it home
Lay them low, when I got 'em with your chest up like I sprayed cologne
Voilá, go and dig another grave alone
I don't, need someone to try to save my soul
'Cause I can only be a demon to you when the faith is gone
Diggin' deep and I'ma wonder if I can escape this hole

[Interlude]
—What's up, man?
—What's up, man? sh*t, what's going on?
—You didn't come to the meeting, so...
—Oh, no, I was, I was...
—You know, I had to come by and make sure you wasn't drinking!
—Oh, sh*t, nah, man, no. I was over here working out, just...
—Yo, can I use your restroom?
—Huh?
—I gotta f*cking p*ss, man!
—Um...
—I gotta go...
—Uh...
[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Well, the bathroom ain't workin'
Yeah, I gotta go next door and ask Joe-Joe every time I go p*ss and sh*t
There's a bathroom at the Wendy's though, matter fact, let's go
?get you all back in the door with a frosty?, think it's number 6
Just my luck, this n*gga wanna post up
He told me all about his day, his sh*tty pay, I'm thinkin', "so what?"
Try'na get him out the door, he movin' slow, then he say "you know what?
I'm thinkin' that I got a stomach bug and I'm feelin' like I'm 'bout to throw up"
sh*t, I'm like, "Enough's enough
Just sit right there, I'ma hit the kitchen, get a cup and stuff"
I told him "don't move", then hit the door, it's goin' up and up
I opened the fridge to get a bag of ice and I heard "What the f*ck?!"
I knew what that meant, put the ice down, got the ginsu
There he was at the bathroom door
—Man, what the f*ck are you into?
—I know it's lookin' brazy, but you 'pose to be my friend, fool
I don't even wanna do it but you made me, steppin' in my residential
—No, I'm calling the cops, you're gonna go down!
—Man, think about it 'fore you do it, I don't wanna hurt you, put the phone down!
Tusslin' for the phone, he can't go, f*ck, it's on now
Didn't wanna do it, put the blade through his chestplate, let me slow down
Never know when it's your last tune, to the bathroom you go now
Why the f*ck you made me do this sh*t? What am I gonna tell Joe now?
Might as well just stand here till the last hit of my smoke
One last look at 'em both, two more puffs and I gotta roll out
[Interlude]
f*ck!
f*ck you made me do this sh*t?!
f*ck!

[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
Yeah, I be with it when it's danger close
People thinkin' I'ma [?] it's what I hate the most
You might, f*ck around and never make it home
Lay them low, when I got 'em with your chest up like I sprayed cologne
Voilá, go and dig another grave alone
I don't, need someone to try to save my soul
'Cause I can only be a demon to you when the faith is gone
Diggin' deep and I'ma wonder if I can escape this hole