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necro - wkcr 89.9 freestyle 4/20/2000 lyrics

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[necro]

i’m extremely blunt
shut this sh-t off if you’re a squeamish c-nt
that can’t handle seeing the front of a head blown off for being dumb

stop the pushin’ pullin’ and screaming
death is ugly because you fear it
it’s beautiful to demons

so what you bust chrome
take away your skin
you’re just bones

get your guts blown out your stomach
’til pus forms
now you’re an unknown

better run home
your spine stabbed from behind
your physical destroyed
like a mortician’s mind

crucifix you when i shoot the pistol
and blow off your f-cking head
all of your body parts are superficial

useless tissue
you’ll get beat with fists
’til blood is running down the concrete like p-ss

my drug medicates
leave you dead and stiff like that b-tch with a head of snakes
my butchering is flavor
like little debbie cakes

i’ll drop an excellent beat
and burn it up like mexican heat
like dissection of meat

i’ll cut the track to pieces
it’s all about making g’s
so yo please
if i could i would sell crack to jesus

the world is death
blood sodomy war
the monster of gore
entrepreneur
constantly raw

watch ever riddle unfold
life is short and you have little control
once your kidney is old
and your flesh is brittle and cold
you’ll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home
sitting alone
die!

[i ain’t playin’
check it

for all my goons all over the world
international
irrational
i’m bashing you
give me the cash duke]

yo you’re a clown with bruised up ribs
bound and abducted
k!ll ’em
letting a f-ck live’s counterproductive

you’ll be found in the ground with cut t-ts
drowned in a bucket of p-ss
actin’ like you’re down with ruckus
when you sound like you suck d-ck

i have an obligation to m-ssacre you like a hobgoblin
chasin’ you slashin’ you
guess what hydrochloric acid can do
through observation
it looks like the blob erasing your face
a convenient casket for you

one of my songs will ruin your life
i’m committing the wrongdoing
splitting you in two with a knife
i’m the intuitive type

i guess you wish you could live
but your death is a lucrative plight
the criteria for slaughtering
is my siberia frigid rap
like a nigerian spitting caps

superior with an ax
that tourniquets
wrappin’ your skull cap
like a fitted hat
’til it cracks
’til it f-cking cracks!

[sc-mbags!
psycho-logic records
psycho-logical records
’cause it’s logical to be a psycho. (you’ll get k!lled!)
check this out
i’m just getting warmed up
we gon’ do it like this
check it (4x)
(drop!)]

yo brutal
hospital scalpel packing
i’ll flip you
24-inch machete on my hip
ready to rip you

whip out the blade swinging
chopping dropping
satanic doctrine
my brain’s dusted like hoffman

a glock 10 to your spine
s-d-stic, sicko
linguistic schizo
when you rockin’ this i insist you sniff blow
or die slow

juxin’ the track
like i’m cookin’ some crack
lookin’ to smack you in the face if you’re wack
it’s a brooklyn attack!

packin’ an axe relax
my clique’s a whole batch of cats
with gats acrobats that clap

so shut up b-tch
my box cutter slits open your lips
you’ll get yolked ’til you choke on your spit
you sl-ts got no nuts
get off of my putz
or you’ll be coughing up guts
a walking corpse with a crutch
for talking too much

the sick f-ck
my clique’s evil sick people
your sh-t’s feeble
give up

[the beat
i hear the beat scr-w-ng up
definitely the beat is chopped
that record is a chop beat
but it’s all good though
it’s all good though –
’cause necro makes up!

we drop one more verse
here, we can do this p-rn]

i need a delicate b-tch
a b-tch with a great set of t-ts
give her some sedatives
my game’s negative
on proper etiquette

i like a woman that’s down to sell her cl-t
a b-tch who’s inherited the sk!ll of giving head to a d-ck
you’re a f-cking c-ck sucking confederate
you’re down to suck john merrick’s d-ck

you’ve got a pair of generic t-ts
and you use them to your benefit
you’re a sl-t and that’s the end of it

f-ckin’ c-nts
what you think, i’ve got b-tches —

check it
you’re dead a queer
you bled out the rear
i’m walkin’ through the ghetto with ricky martin’s head on a

spear

reppin’
i only f-ck with naked bare hoes
in my world, women don’t wear clothes
or they get crucified like scarecrows

force me to k!ll
you’ll get murdered because of your grill
you’ll get strangled with your pants
mangle you with my hands

rip off your ears
poke out your eyes
bite off your nose
you’re about to die

your sight is gross
like a transvest-te exposed

i’ll clap your mind
writing raps on your spine
let’s practice crime

you’ll get raped
by dirty d-cks
your dirty t-ts
get split until they drip pus
and you’re one pretty murdered b-tch

you never heard me spit?
i’ll spit in your face
and suffocate you
i love to hate you
wait duke

i’m baggin’ skins
got nothin’ but arrogance
for your mannequins make out of ceramic and limbs

i’ll slay you
wrap guitar strings around your f-ckin’ neck
that’s how i play you

[the beat cut up again
it keeps doing it
but you’ll die for that!]

check it
cut the circulation
bl–dy perspiration
study the earth’s creation
leave you shakin’
when i dismiss my hate through perverse verbatim

check it, hyde – rip it!

[mr. hyde]

your spine is caught on my blade – now you got cancer

cut your time short – like the lifespan of a hamster

dance on you with cleats – old spikes underneath

it’s duck huntin’ season – and your crew’s lookin’ like geese

even though the fed’s listen – i make the red glisten

you sit in bed writhing with ‘fourth ‘ya head missin’

provoke the porcupine – your face is holdin’ pins

be an art garfunkel – ram and rape the olsen twins

stared at your clique – ‘think they’re daring and sh-t

trying to play gorilla – with no hair on your d-ck

run up on you while you’re s-xing – hang you with condoms

give it to -ssad – feel like angry ugandans

queen’s hit-man – chargin’ 3 g’s a k!ll

fill my mark’s arm with heroin – like c c deville

poison in your veins – all my boys are sk!lled to maim

rip out the hearts of men – if you singing like a cardigans

ain’t no bargaining – f-ck the deal’s close

bust you like a poaching n-gga[?] break a baby seal’s nose

for all you hoes!

- necro lyrics

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