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[Verse One]<br />My shit's straight vile<br />You're mild, you've got no style<br />I won't be impressed or you possessed by baliel<br />I make beats like surgeons resume<br />To stitch up your wounds<br />Inside the emergency room<br />They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb<br />You see in the clergy soon<br />I'm taking this rap game serious from the start<br />Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart<br />Playing fucking God<br />Lacerating to pieces to of lard<br />Like vultures ripping Jesus apart<br />You're chopped up and divided in cubes<br />My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes<br />The human body gore who the fuck created it?<br />Veins and brains are insane and so creative shit<br />Satanic organs<br />Melodies of morbidness<br />Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed<br />You rap like a cadaver<br />There's no life in you<br />I should stick a knife in you<br />Right through your windpipe will do<br /><br />[Chorus 2x]<br />24 shots in your head<br />I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead<br />So I pump 4 more in your head<br />With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader<br /><br />[Verse Two]<br />My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers<br />And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack<br />This year, is just another point in time<br /><br /><br />Another year time devourers the joints in your spine<br />Until you're stressed<br />With no credentials left<br />Just your essential breath and the potential death<br />It's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles<br />Caught up in the cycle of psychos<br />It's when your life goes<br />I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em<br />son you're ain't fronting on my album<br />Spitting on your bitches tits<br />They shift the shit<br />My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you<br />With the impact of Necro's rap<br />It's morbid true, in fact<br />Now since the person is a poet created grim probated 'em like mainguetches <br />making me end of the grange<br />I've had a profane effect<br />My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck<br />My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging<br />And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging<br />Now I've got hundreds loving<br />Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat<br />Explaining the verbal on slaw<br />Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a <br />freestyle where I wreck the respected<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />DIE!
New song lyrics
[Verse One]<br />My shit's straight vile<br />You're mild, you've got no style<br />I won't be impressed or you possessed by baliel<br />I make beats like surgeons resume<br />To stitch up your wounds<br />Inside the emergency room<br />They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb<br />You see in the clergy soon<br />I'm taking this rap game serious from the start<br />Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart<br />Playing fucking God<br />Lacerating to pieces to of lard<br />Like vultures ripping Jesus apart<br />You're chopped up and divided in cubes<br />My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes<br />The human body gore who the fuck created it?<br />Veins and brains are insane and so creative shit<br />Satanic organs<br />Melodies of morbidness<br />Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed<br />You rap like a cadaver<br />There's no life in you<br />I should stick a knife in you<br />Right through your windpipe will do<br /><br />[Chorus 2x]<br />24 shots in your head<br />I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead<br />So I pump 4 more in your head<br />With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader<br /><br />[Verse Two]<br />My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers<br />And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack<br />This year, is just another point in time<br /><br /><br />Another year time devourers the joints in your spine<br />Until you're stressed<br />With no credentials left<br />Just your essential breath and the potential death<br />It's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles<br />Caught up in the cycle of psychos<br />It's when your life goes<br />I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em<br />son you're ain't fronting on my album<br />Spitting on your bitches tits<br />They shift the shit<br />My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you<br />With the impact of Necro's rap<br />It's morbid true, in fact<br />Now since the person is a poet created grim probated 'em like mainguetches <br />making me end of the grange<br />I've had a profane effect<br />My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck<br />My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging<br />And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging<br />Now I've got hundreds loving<br />Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat<br />Explaining the verbal on slaw<br />Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a <br />freestyle where I wreck the respected<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />DIE!
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