Yeah, Hey yo. This is a special dedication to all you backstabbers, bitin' MC's, scratching like you got fleas you know what I'm saying. Yo we're watching you son. We're up on the roof. Down in the cellar. Up in the crawl space. Listen fool, I've got my eye on you son. What? There's a prty going on in here for real. I got more product than Ron Popeil. [Edito's note: But none as nice as the Pocket Fisheman or the egg scrambling thing.] 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 and Lawson's often, too. Taking punk MCs 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. [Edito's note: But in the song, So What'cha Want, you said you are Dr. Spock. What happened Benjamin?] 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 like Vader, sip you for a first course. [Editor's note: Huh? That's weird. What kind of first course do you sip?] Don't even get me started on intercourse...AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! [Editor's note: Mike. Stop. Just stop it.] 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. I'll have you run- ning on your way like steeple chase. You tried to take my title now put it back in place. But now you're busted wearing panties and lace stealing my style from my frophy case, but my drive's secure like an army base. You're speaking and peeking and trying to give chase, but 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. [Editor's note: O.K.I'm glad they brought this up. Honestly... Connecticut, are you part of the Tri-State Area or New England? Just make up your mind.] 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? [Editor's note: That's funny. I like that one.] 'Cause these rhymes are 200 proof. They're like anvils lined up on a roof, waiting to drop on your comy melon. 'Cause we're 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, Cochese; I'M IN YOUR CRAWL SPACE [Editor's note: Rumore has it that this song was almost cut from the album. I like this song. Why is everybody shitting on The Crawl Space?]
