[Intro: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, low and close] New message, unknown number Say cheese, Larkspur Court [Verse 1: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, slow menace] I been under your house since the heat of July Where the floorboards talk and the pipes run dry Learned the creak in the hall and the click of the lock Learned the time that you yawn and you check on the clock You got kids in the den and a dog on the rug Dog know I'm down here, he don't bark, he just shrug First pic went up at a quarter to eight Your yard from the hedge with the latch on the gate Nobody said nothing but a laugh and a skull Second pic, back door, from inside, then a lull Then the group chat lit up and the questions all flew Who sent this? Who is this? Not a single one knew [Hook: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, full weight] Smile for the next one, it's closer than the last Hall to the kitchen and the kitchen to the glass Count the little pictures coming up on your screen Each one a step nearer than the one in between [Verse 2: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, colder] Third pic, the hall with the family on the wall Grandpa in a frame and the kids getting tall Fourth pic, your kitchen, there's a plate on the side Half a slice of cake that I already tried Now the yard lights blinking all the way down the block Neighbors on the curb with a bat and a sock Officer Gail says it's probably a prank Then her phone go off, and her face go blank Fifth pic, her cruiser, from the back of the seat Little smile emoji, little tap of my feet Now you up in your bed with the covers pulled high Phone in your hand and the light in your eye [Hook: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, full weight] Smile for the next one, it's closer than the last Hall to the kitchen and the kitchen to the glass Count the little pictures coming up on your screen Each one a step nearer than the one in between [Bridge: Cackling low-voiced male MC, flash count, a flash pops on each bar end] Pop, that's the door of your room Pop, that's the foot of your bed in the gloom Pop, that's the lamp by your head Pop, that's the back of your neck, what I said [Final Hook: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, right over your shoulder] Smile for the next one, it's closer than the last Hall to the kitchen and the kitchen to the glass Count the little pictures coming up on your screen Each one a step nearer than the one in between [Outro: Cackling low-voiced male MC, cackling, last word] Last pic, sent just now, check the chat That's your screen, from behind you, how about that [End]
