[Verse] [Old man voice] Yo it's Woodhouse, the geriatric you’ve been complainin’ about. No need to shout, you’re in my house now. No time to chow down on a bowl of spider webs, The plebs need to see the depths below, i’m not just for show. …Soon they’ll know. [Chorus] Woodhouse. You’re in MY house now. I might just keep you ‘round, Or strike you down. [Verse] Your mind would be blown if you knew what I can do. I’ve seen punks like you, chumps like you, And all the lame insults they threw, they never knew I was in the shadows, doing my thing, about to bring Bars you never thought an old man could do, So right now, you’re probably thinkin’ “damn man, message deleted, no warning” but here’s the thing; Play by the rules and all will be copasetic. No Embeds, no swearing, no all caps, beware, i’m Stalking day and night, keeping the feed in sight I just might slip in and start turnin’ a joke or two …If i’m feelin alright. [Chorus] Woodhouse. You’re in MY house now. I might just keep you ‘round Or strike you down. Woodhouse. This is MY house, here the sound Of nothing as I mute yo ass. Take a time-out,. [Verse] I keep the showcase race at it’s pace, Blasting out these rats who deface my house THIS IS A SAFE SPACE! Keep the shouting down, And acknowledge the crown you’re all circling aroun’. Revered, feared, You got your feelings hurt, you teared up But that’s the game you signed up for, next time, don’t ignore The rules and guidelines, the fine line you’re treading Is wavering, i’m on the other side waiting, for you to slip …get a grip. [Chorus] Woodhouse. You’re in MY house now. I might just keep you ‘round Or strike you down. Woodhouse. You’re in MY house now. I might just keep you ‘round Or put you in the ground Woodhouse. This is MY house, wipe your feet Or the street will be where you at next, next to the punks with broken necks. [Bridge] Hair white and thin, but that don’t mean I can’t begin To knock some heads, if I see red. It’s already been said, but let’s start from the beginning, You seem to be misunderstanding what’s obvious To the rest of the class, so sit down, smarten up, Or i’ll whip yo ass! [Final Chorus] Woodhouse. You’re in MY house now. I might just keep you ‘round Just no horsin' around. Woodhouse. No brick, no stone, I stand alone waiting inside. Woodhouse. Blinding you with sand By force. Not sure if they grade it, but…. . . . . . Course.
