House Of Krazees released over 5 albums to moderate success. Insane Clown Posse invited HOK to tour with them. After the first leg of the tour, HOK left and broke up. Hektic and Mr. Bones were then signed to Psychopathic Records as Twiztid.
Subsequently, The R.O.C. added a new member ("Skrapz") to a new two-man incarnation of House Of Krazees.
Then in 2003, all original members (Hektik, Mr. Bones and The R.O.C) reunited to create a new incarnation of HOK, called Samhein Witch Killaz, or SWK.
Down
House of Krazees Lyrics
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Down I go with this Retro Horror Muzik show
I tic and I tac to stick
My knife in your asshole
My brain's swelled with rhymes that
I drop on a dime for a dollar I screw you
For two I'ma do you
So watch as I plot my death
I run with the House, punk
You know I go to the death
Who can try to diss me first then
Kiss me then I hit it, ho
Retro Horror Muzik, motherfucker
So down we go
Rest in peace is what you
Told me before I died
It doesn't matter 'cause it
Was just a sui-suicide
Grave digger, my tombstone is my headrest
666 is my motherfuckin' address
No flowers, I don't need 'em
So don't bring 'em, right?
I just sit and hate, hopin' everybody dies
Popped the kill, the thrill of a blood quench
Ain't nothin' like the smell
Of a death stench
Corpses lyin' on the ground
Like it ain't shit
At last, there it is, I almost passed it
Lay me down fast, trapped inside a casket
Down I go, down in a hole, with my soul
Covered with dirt, I can feel my blood flow
Through my veins, straight to my brain
As I lie in a casket deep in my hollow grave
Wakin' up, oh shit, I thought I was dead
Suffered two gunshots to the side of my head
I thought I killed myself once upon a time
'Cause of the fucked up thoughts
Inside of my mind
But am I dead? Did suicide ease my pain
Or did I just result in an early grave
Bugs and insects feast on my rotten flesh
But I'm still wonderin'
Is life a fuckin' test?
Six feet deep in the earth is where I sleep
But at the witching hour
I feel the need to creep
Through the streets
On a mission searchin' for souls
'Cause the blood on my hands
Seems much too old
Take the toll inscribed in scrolls
Dig me no hole, dig me no tomb
In my padded room
When we come, we grab ya by the throat
ROC, Hektic, and Mr bones
Is my name, you know the game
So I guess I'm locked down
In my fuckin' brain
The lyrics to House of Krazees's song "Down" delve into themes of darkness, horror, and self-destruction. The verses depict a twisted mindset of the singer who revels in violence and death. The opening lines set the tone by emphasizing the downward spiral: "Down you go, Down I go with this Retro Horror Muzik show." The use of grotesque imagery, such as inserting a knife in someone's asshole, reinforces the macabre atmosphere.
The lyrics also touch upon themes of suicide and mortality. The line, "Rest in peace is what you told me before I died," suggests a nonchalant attitude towards death. The singer even considers suicide but wonders if it would bring relief or just result in an early grave. The concept of rotting flesh and insects feeding on it further emphasizes the themes of decay and morbidity.
The verses also allude to a sense of confinement and madness. The lines, "In my padded room/ When we come, we grab ya by the throat," hint at the singer's mental state being a prison, symbolized by a padded room. The repeat mention of being locked down in their own mind adds to the feeling of entrapment.
Overall, "Down" by House of Krazees conveys a disturbing and unsettling perspective, exploring themes of violence, death, and existential questions. It encapsulates the dark and horror-infused style that the group was known for.
Line by Line Meaning
Down you go
You are descending into a state of despair and darkness
Down I go with this Retro Horror Muzik show
I am also descending into this dark and macabre world of Retro Horror Muzik
I tic and I tac to stick
I carefully plan and execute my violent actions
My knife in your asshole
I will harm you in a brutal and degrading manner
My brain's swelled with rhymes that
My mind is saturated with twisted and disturbing lyrics that
I drop on a dime for a dollar I screw you
I willingly and eagerly manipulate and exploit you for my own profit
For two I'ma do you
For a higher price, I will inflict even more harm upon you
So watch as I plot my death
Witness as I meticulously plan my own demise
A bullet to my fuckin' chest
I will end my life by shooting myself in the chest
I run with the House, punk
I belong to the House of Krazees and proudly associate myself with them
You know I go to the death
I am willing to go to extreme lengths, even to the point of death, for my loyalty
Who can try to diss me first then
Who would dare to insult me before anyone else
Kiss me then I hit it, ho
They show some semblance of affection towards me, but I still harm them
Retro Horror Muzik, motherfucker
This is the genre of music I am associated with, and I am proud of it
So down we go
Together, we are descending into darkness and chaos
Rest in peace is what you
You wished for me to find peace in death
Told me before I died
You expressed this sentiment to me when I was still alive
It doesn't matter 'cause it
However, it holds no significance because it
Was just a sui-suicide
Ultimately, it was just a self-inflicted death
Grave digger, my tombstone is my headrest
I am constantly reminded of death, with my own tombstone serving as a constant reminder
666 is my motherfuckin' address
I reside in a place associated with evil and darkness
No flowers, I don't need 'em
I don't desire or require any gestures of sympathy or compassion
So don't bring 'em, right?
I expect you to respect my wishes and not offer any flowers
I just sit and hate, hopin' everybody dies
I harbor immense hatred and wish for the demise of everyone around me
Popped the kill, the thrill of a blood quench
I experienced the exhilaration of taking a life and satisfying my thirst for bloodshed
Ain't nothin' like the smell
There is nothing quite like the odor
Of a death stench
Of decay and death
Corpses lyin' on the ground
Lifeless bodies strewn across the earth
Like it ain't shit
As if their existence holds no value or meaning
At last, there it is, I almost passed it
Finally, I have found what I have been searching for, narrowly avoiding missing it
Lay me down fast, trapped inside a casket
Quickly place me inside a coffin, where I feel imprisoned and confined
Down I go, down in a hole, with my soul
Once again, I am descending into darkness, my very essence being consumed by it
Covered with dirt, I can feel my blood flow
As I am buried and covered in soil, I am acutely aware of my life force draining away
Through my veins, straight to my brain
My blood courses from my veins directly to my mind
As I lie in a casket deep in my hollow grave
While I rest in a coffin, buried within a desolate grave
Wakin' up, oh shit, I thought I was dead
Awakening to my surprise, I was under the impression that I had perished
Suffered two gunshots to the side of my head
I endured the pain of being shot twice in my skull
I thought I killed myself once upon a time
I believed that I had taken my own life in the past
'Cause of the fucked-up thoughts
Due to the disturbed and distorted ideas
Inside of my mind
That originate from within my consciousness
But am I dead? Did suicide ease my pain
Yet I question whether I am truly deceased, if suicide brought me relief from my suffering
Or did I just result in an early grave
Perhaps I simply brought about a premature end to my existence
Bugs and insects feast on my rotten flesh
Various creepy-crawlies consume my decaying body
But I'm still wonderin'
However, I am still pondering
Is life a fuckin' test?
Could life be nothing more than a challenging examination?
Six feet deep in the earth is where I sleep
My final resting place is six feet below the surface of the earth
But at the witching hour
Yet, during the darkest time of night
I feel the need to creep
I experience an urge to stealthily move about
Through the streets
Venturing through the city's pathways
On a mission searchin' for souls
With a purpose, I seek out the essence of individuals
'Cause the blood on my hands
Due to the guilt and sins I carry
Seems much too old
The blood stains appear aged, indicating the weight of my actions
Take the toll inscribed in scrolls
Accept the consequences outlined in ancient writings
Dig me no hole, dig me no tomb
Do not prepare a burial site for me
In my padded room
Instead, confine me to a cell with padded walls
When we come, we grab ya by the throat
When we make our presence known, we seize control over you
ROC, Hektic, and Mr bones
These are the names associated with our group, the House of Krazees
Is my name, you know the game
These are the monikers we go by, and you are familiar with our wicked ways
So I guess I'm locked down
It seems that I am confined and restricted
In my fuckin' brain
Restricted to the twisted depths of my own mind
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