Phrog in the walls ( physco version)

stoner rock, west coast gangster rap, psychedelic

[Verse 1 – Rap, cold-blooded whisper-flow] I don’t make noise when I move through your house, barefoot on the laminate Slide through the dark like smoke, you still snorin’, oblivious candidate Chew the last slice of your pizza, leave the crust shaped like a smile Wipe my fingers on your pillowcase, been watchin’ you drool for a while Keys in the bowl? Nah, I took ‘em, might need to lock you in one night Remote in my pocket, flip to static so your dreams don’t feel right I know your PIN, your ex’s name, the hiding spot under the sink I piss in your Brita when you’re asleep—tell me, how’s the water taste, you think?
[Pre-Chorus – guitars swell, distorted voice] Where you at? (I’M RIGHT HERE, BITCH) Who the fuck let me live like this? (YOU DID)
[Chorus – same massive call/response] Phrog in the walls! (HE’S IN THE WALLS!) Phrog in the halls! (CREEPIN’ DOWN THE HALL!) Takin’ my snacks, stealin’ my soul (STEALIN’ MY SOUL!) One day he gon’ come for blood, that’s how the story goes…
[Verse 2 – Rap, voice drops lower, pure predator] Note on the mirror in your girlfriend’s lipstick: “She screams pretty when she dreams” Left a pubic hair on your toothbrush, now my DNA in your bloodstream I wear your skin like pajamas when you leave for work at seven sharp Practice your voice in the attic, perfect pitch, tear your whole world apart Cameras? I unscrewed the bulbs and stared dead into the lens Smiled with too many teeth, waved bye-bye to your fake-ass defense I count your breaths at 3 AM, 12 a minute when you’re scared One night I’ma slow that number all the way down to zero, I swear Your last thought gon’ be “How long was he here?” Answer: since the day you moved in, motherfucker—I was already there
[Bridge – sludgy breakdown, demonic double-tracked whisper] Tick… tock… (TICK… TOCK…) Blade on the whetstone (SHHHHCK… SHHHHCK…) Tonight the walls open up and the phrog comes to collect No escape, no police, no priest—just my hands around your neck
[Chorus – final, apocalyptic] Phrog in the walls! (HE’S IN THE WALLS!) Phrog in the crawl! (TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!) Last note on the fridge in your own blood tonight “Welcome home, roommate… now turn out the light.”
[Outro – single distorted chord, then dead silence… a single footstep right behind you] I’m not hiding. You just haven’t looked close enough. Sweet dreams.
Play this version loud as fuck with the lights off and tell me you don’t check the vents afterward.

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[Verse 1 – Rap, cold-blooded whisper-flow] I don’t make noise when I move through your house, barefoot on the laminate Slide through the dark like smoke, you still snorin’, oblivious candidate Chew the last slice of your pizza, leave the crust shaped like a smile Wipe my fingers on your pillowcase, been watchin’ you drool for a while Keys in the bowl? Nah, I took ‘em, might need to lock you in one night Remote in my pocket, flip to static so your dreams don’t feel right I know your PIN, your ex’s name, the hiding spot under the sink I piss in your Brita when you’re asleep—tell me, how’s the water taste, you think? [Pre-Chorus – guitars swell, distorted voice] Where you at? (I’M RIGHT HERE, BITCH) Who the fuck let me live like this? (YOU DID) [Chorus – same massive call/response] Phrog in the walls! (HE’S IN THE WALLS!) Phrog in the halls! (CREEPIN’ DOWN THE HALL!) Takin’ my snacks, stealin’ my soul (STEALIN’ MY SOUL!) One day he gon’ come for blood, that’s how the story goes… [Verse 2 – Rap, voice drops lower, pure predator] Note on the mirror in your girlfriend’s lipstick: “She screams pretty when she dreams” Left a pubic hair on your toothbrush, now my DNA in your bloodstream I wear your skin like pajamas when you leave for work at seven sharp Practice your voice in the attic, perfect pitch, tear your whole world apart Cameras? I unscrewed the bulbs and stared dead into the lens Smiled with too many teeth, waved bye-bye to your fake-ass defense I count your breaths at 3 AM, 12 a minute when you’re scared One night I’ma slow that number all the way down to zero, I swear Your last thought gon’ be “How long was he here?” Answer: since the day you moved in, motherfucker—I was already there [Bridge – sludgy breakdown, demonic double-tracked whisper] Tick… tock… (TICK… TOCK…) Blade on the whetstone (SHHHHCK… SHHHHCK…) Tonight the walls open up and the phrog comes to collect No escape, no police, no priest—just my hands around your neck [Chorus – final, apocalyptic] Phrog in the walls! (HE’S IN THE WALLS!) Phrog in the crawl! (TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!) Last note on the fridge in your own blood tonight “Welcome home, roommate… now turn out the light.” [Outro – single distorted chord, then dead silence… a single footstep right behind you] I’m not hiding. You just haven’t looked close enough. Sweet dreams. Play this version loud as fuck with the lights off and tell me you don’t check the vents afterward.

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