Way Deeper Down (Instrumental)

-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!

(Bah)

Well what do we got here?

They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts.
Nah, just kidding. I work on a grease cart.
Grilling up hot-dogs to genocidal toddlers.
You can run, but I'll know if you restart.
If you wanna 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 ya blame me? If I feel a little hubris.
For all my fame for making things a little humerus.
I can tickle ya bones from the tibia toes.
Well, unless you're my bro, jokes go over his head.

Sans, who's there? You ridiculous scamp!

No one, just an inconspicuous lamp!
(If you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons
Just humor him and let him win and think that he's a champ.)
I bet you think you never met a skeleton. Well I bet you Mettaton!
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 set upon.

We're spooky scary, sending shivers down your spine.

You best prepare for a hilariously bad time.

Every human one day ends up six feet underground,
But you're heading for a grave that's buried way way deeper down.

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 armor 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!

So I guess you could say that he pasta-way?

Sans! is this how you have to behave?!
I'm trying to challenge this dastardly knave!
But now I've run out of bars, and they've just ran away!

We're spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine.

I serve spaghetti, and incredibly good rhymes. (NYAH!)

Every human one day ends up six feet underground,
But you're heading for a grave that's buried way way deeper down.

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!

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 realities 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

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 element
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

We're spooky, scary sending 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 heading for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down.

I'll get them next time, Sans. you hear me I will!

(Way way deeper down)

Heh, lemme guess. You can feel it in your bones.

(Way way deeper down)

Ugh, I'm going.
Listening to the two of you bicker is
Making my skin crawl! ...Metaphorically...

(Way way deeper down)