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    Necro

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    I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
    Maybe someone is digging underground
    Or have they...

    Yo man Mother Fuckers are clowns man; Hip-hop's too nice
    It's too pretty
    What are you gonna do to it Necro?
    Take a razor, and slice it!

    Yo peep this shit like this
    Kill the head kill the body and knows who i'ma ruin
    When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
    I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it
    Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receiving
    Brain washing has officially begun
    Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like reruns
    It's raining, as God pisses on earth
    I drop bile like a vagina dismisses on birth
    Devour my shower that's golden
    I'm puffing the sacks golden
    Smolden the flesh that holding the fresh cancer infested colon
    How can I make my point to you fools?
    I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof and on his chest it says Necro rules
    I'm a blow the constitution
    My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh
    My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution
    Your eyes will burn once the acid hits
    You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and
    flashed her tits
    Life is shady G
    In 1976 my parents created me
    I've been flipping since 1983
    I always took pain as a game
    When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror and saw my brain
    Wonder why I'm like an icicle?
    At 5 I was hit by a car riding my tricycle
    A hit and run son
    Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches
    Made me vicious
    Peeping cretons with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
    Running through glen in PJ's as a young buck
    I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death.
    Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I'm killing you
    You're unhealthy your a felon your PO checks your Bladder
    You're an addict; if you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter
    The customer's always right but this time the customers left
    On a stretcher gasping for breath
    Cipher flows like rolly polly
    Kill yourself slowly plus you're already dead if you're homely
    So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so pray
    Most of New York's population is filled with mental patients
    Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients
    Got them raping by the pile
    Watch out for goons of bile infested with smiles and dreams of molesting
    your child
    You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
    You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
    You need to puff a bag of dro's when listening to brutal shit like this
    You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty bitch
    Make sure your girl's syphilis is clean before I slide my tongue up
    And I, don't you dare ruin my dinner
    My ventriloquism hits you like ism
    Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed blades butcher with sadism
    I rip your gat when I twist my wrists
    1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fist
    Rammed up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast
    Blast scum up your BC masks
    And dirty flash pipes flash
    Pulling and coming in side like sluts like Kimberly Drumming
    You know the steez, I slay my prey
    Day by Day
    Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit
    Rocking Tim's on razor on the tip
    Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip
    I'm fascinated with
    Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not
    Some one to have patients with
    I'm better off
    Letting off
    Two clips at you face set it off
    To decide is better off
    Dead it off
    Inject 'till you feel correct
    Feel the effects of my hex
    Force you to have sex with techs
    Chopped at funeral next
    Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper
    I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy is cheaper
    The violence hits you like a spliff spreading some holy pop
    Penetrate your skull like an obituary riff and slowly we ride
    You'll soon be fractions and numerator
    Of a denominator when I play dominator
    When you're dead your brains embalmed with data
    Keeping Vietnam through Vader
    Futuristic butcher CD rom cremator
    Your spine cracks in 3 D like Imax
    You won't be superman no more feel the pain climax
    No Anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
    Fine packed and mixed with fenal barbatol liquid
    And a razor blade dime sack
    Nothing numbs like your future thumbs
    I threw you in a wheel chair your a plumb
    A pebble, a worm, a snail
    I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorosime when you inhale
    Uhhhhh Uhhhhhh Uhhhhhh
    Another blunt filled with dust
    And another blunt filled
    And another blunt filled
    And another blunt filled with dust
    Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin
    That's the second time a nigger tried to kill me I'm starting to feel
    important
    For some cats smile
    Ain't their style
    But there's something so evil
    About seeing a murderer smile its vile
    Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a laxative
    It will eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
    I mean line to main-tain I'm fighting the biggest fight of my life
    You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
    You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
    You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to brutal shit like this
    You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a nasty bitch
    You fucking dirt bags

    *Repeat till fade*

    I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
    Maybe someone is digging underground
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Vincenzo Consiglio, Antonio Rossi.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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