🎵 Way Deeper Down // by The Stupendium

113 ContributorsWay Deeper Down Lyrics [Intro: Sans & Papyrus] So I said, "'Patella? I barely know her!"' Sans! Stop your tomfoolery! We are here to stand guard! Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans! Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago! Well, what do we got here? [Verse 1: Sans & Papyrus] They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts Nah, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart Grillin' up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers You can run, but I'll know if you restart If you want a bad time, then you're in the right place Just look into my eye, see my funny type-face I'm really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight I will hunt you all your life through time and space Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris? For my fame for making things a little humerus? I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes Well unless you're my bro, jokes flow over his head Sans, who's there? You ridiculous scamp! No one! It's just an inconspicuous lamp! (if you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons) Just humour him and let him win and think that he's a champ [Megalovania plays in background] I bet you think you've never met a skeleton? Well, I'll bet you've met a ton They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon But never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns I'll make you laugh or cry depending on the run you've set upon [Chorus: Monsters & Sans] We're spooky, scary, sendin' shivers down your spine You best prepare for a hilariously bad time Every human, one day, ends up six feet underground But you're headin' for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down [Verse 2: Papyrus & Sans] Nyagh! A human! Call the guards! Wait a minute, that's my job! To capture and nab you won't be hard This maze is made with electric charge! Wait, how did you get this far? It took three weeks to erect this part! I genuinely didn't expect this, darn! How did you correctly guess this path? I am Papyrus! Traps set! Armed and ready! There's medals on my armour already, oh, plus some spaghetti You're nervous! But, oh, that is good spaghetti Where was I? I keep on forgetting I am Papyrus! Best chef in the king's brigade! With the culinary skills to leave you flambéed! It's a shame that after you taste my blade You won't have space for my Bolognese! (Haha!) So I guess you could say that they pasta-way? Sans! Is this how you have to behave? I'm trying to challenge this dastardly knave! Now I've run out of bars and they just ran away! [Chorus: Monsters & Papyrus] We're spooky, scary, sendin' shivers down your spine I serve spaghetti and incredibly good rhymes! (Nyeh!) Every human, one day, ends up six feet underground But you're headin' for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down [Bridge: Napstablook] So you took a little fall? Do you think you've got the gall to survive extermination? Trapped deep below and all you've got to show is your determination! There's no tu-Toriel it's Asgore-y as can be! Will the weight of your sins leave you Snowdin? There's no mercy! [Verse 3: W.D. Gaster] Who dares disturb me from my slumber? Stick around, this'll be a fun number I'm truly versed in tearing all the universe asunder But I also have a specialty in unlucky spelunkers I'm a puzzle in a bubble in the stuff of your dreams Rupture reality and guzzle on the stuff in between You'll be befuddled when I mussel in and muddle the scenes Hit the shuffle and I'll tunnel through the fuzz on your screen You're in trouble, you see, If you try to tussle with the W.D You'll take a tumble then you'll crumble into rubble, debris I bring the muscle to the scuffle plus a couple of beams But my blasters won't be loud enough to muffle your screams [Gaster Theme plays in background] When you're caught in the cycle of an undying skeleton Might as well strive to be front of the peloton Top of my field but out of my elements Testing your death would be a welcome experiment I reign eternal so be certain that I'm well rehearsed Rhymes so very fine that every line feels like a multi-verse Every parallel dimension is at my command But when it comes to spitting fire, I've the matter in hands [Chorus: Monsters & W.D. Gaster] We're spooky, scary, sendin' shivers down your spine I'm outside of time and space, but I'm afraid you're just out of time Every human, one day, ends up six feet underground But you're headin' for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down [Outro: Monsters, Papyrus, Sans & W.D. Gaster] Nyagh! I'll get them next time, Sans You hear me, I will! (Way, way deeper down) Let me guess, you can feel it in your bones? (Way, way deeper down) Eugh, I'm going! Listening to the two of you bicker is making my skin crawl Metaphorically (Way, way deeper down)