Death Rap - Necro

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Fuckin faggot

It starts with your intestines and germs

Next you’re a cadaver infested with worms

Mans destiny, it’s best that he learns

My axe intervenes hacking through your veins

Like you’re in between the railroad track and the train

A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain

Like back in the days when cats didn’t play they’d wack you and not explain

Demeaning Jesus, you’re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers

I speak death like seniors with diseases

Packing insane guns, dead you like Hussein’s son

Don’t fuck with me I only say it once

Like the end of Casino two bats in your spine gory

Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories

Insane like a brainless convict

You’re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic

Honor you hate this, god couldn’t save us

Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refrent and Jonathan Davis

Death Rap

That’s the rap I kick don’t ever confuse it with others — there isn’t nothing

like this

Death Rap

It be the most morbid

After we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin

Death Rap

Not just on this track

It’s a movement I represent much more rugged than you

Death Rap

I’m the last of a dying breed

Diss me you must be dying to bleed

I walk with the living dead

Witness the digits that bitches dipped in red

Description is the picture of witches and women giving head

I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist

Regardless if the topic’s Necrodamus or Sabacolypse

The logic is I’m played over shot through your esophagus

Remove you from the earth you get hurt for popping shit

What about clips in there basics slap the shit out of racists

Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces

I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition

If you push the wrong button you going to send me on a mission

And if that’s the case I’mma bash your face

Then reverse the positive become a basket case

I blast for days, burn down your house

That’s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth

I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat

For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets

I represent the death rap get your head cracked open

I represent the death rap get your head cracked open