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(Nail 'em to the..." Ringtone |
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[Necro]
Yo, insult the colt ya future casket, Ima break a
cassette tape and stab you with the plastic, so
bleed beautifully. roll up your shirt, strap on a
belt, start shootin me, but draw no blood, creep
like a water bug, peep the gore you bled. roll
with a hord of thugs, necro's the lord of drugs.
pay me for death till you got no brains cell left.
no fib, your in a prison up in your crib, yo you
dead kid, no brass, no tassel left. I'll leave
my beef bloody, I cook it red, your future is as
good as dead, I'll shove my blade in, so you
could fade out. your trapped in a time that's
played out, go check the date out, you're a
pussy that no one ate out, while my brains on fast
foward, you're a victim and you don't even
know it, the evil poet, you got no hand, you
can't catch it when I throw it. depression makes
you copp dimes, until your brain crashes like the
streets without traffic signals and stop-signs.
cause everyday, is judgment day for me, cause
humans that don't know me get scared and run
away from me. its trife, hate, holds the control
to life, channel your energy, cut through your
foes like a soldier's knife. while the average
front, I'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt,
I'd rather be blunt so violate the fact you
wanna die is great, watch me annihilate, I got
insanity inside a jar and I'm dropping it off
the empire state. cause you touching the mics,
injustice, so muskets we trust kid, so bust clip,
the verbal sultan, my philosophy is molten, cause
my pupils can only peep a world, unwholesome,
insulting, repulsive, revolting! let's risk it
for piles of green, with, sadistic violent
schemes, twisted like silent screams. I have a
determination in, seeing your termination through
extermination. cold like a frozen igloo, your
rubber room is closing in on you, the chosen jig
you, death, is, fucking you insane. you'll get
nothing from my pockets, the only thing you got
sewn up is your eye sockets. so play dead as I
color you blood red, give up the bread or I'll
put a hole in your fuckin skull, large like a huge
alien head. incinerate the beat, till its six feet
deep, then do a jesus on em, to the crucifix,
repeat, now watch me.
[chorus] (sample) burn the groove to death
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kid...nail em to the cross yeah, yeah, yeah burn
the groove to death kid...nail em to the cross
yeah, yeah, yeah
[Necro]
The hour glass is filled with blow, sniff your
time away, sink into the snow and suffocate your
fate, the mind decays. strain the brain the spine
will pay, theres no verbal vermin vaccination, Im
doing a life bid in imagination. bitch I dont
gotta answer you, how bout I cancel you? Bury you
with satan, smoke up and do a dance for you.
morbid shit. peep me poppin on ya guts G, watch
step, its slippery when bloody. Im bleedin sin,
theres cancer in the air, you'll breathe it in, my
whole scheme is to achieve a win, slice you, leave
you with un-even skin. its apparent your
transparent you can't conceal your lies, your
synthetic like women that are really guys, you got
Jeff Heely's eyes. fuck you in your cunt group,
I'll bring murder right to your front stoop,
touch you in a commatosin caress, I'll propose a
toast to your death, I hope you'll decompose
with one breath, I suppose I'll infest, I doubt
ya fly, peep the poison heres enough for an amount
to die, and the holes in ya body you aint got
enough fingers to count that high. after you lose,
sparin my team for green you'll be crying, so
much your putrid smelling body will be washed
clean. rippin the mics alot to do with pride, its
necessary, to bury involuntary, like mandatory
suicide. government style. theres nothing more
fresh than a stove covered with flesh, I'm
dressed not to impress, I'm cold laughing G. Im
so fly the SWAT teams after me, cause everywhere I
go I bring a blood bath with me, peep the creep,
creep, yo hemaglobins cheap, just look for it its
skin deep, each nigga next to you got eight
accessible pints you can keep. peep the black
market, ya girl and there aint nothin but a
target. I'll gem star you up, mark you with an
exclamation, joox you the jug, and I don't need
no explanation, its all exploitation, my slang has
no expiration. bloodied up you're a sight for
sore eyes, you'll be screaming for me when your
cuts get basted in sodium chloride. I'm pulling
your cards kid, I see the Ace of Spades, death is
in your future watch it parade to your face with
blades. the reals reviled, your face in the jiffy
bag is sealed. wouldn't kiss up to deseased, I'm
on a H.G Louis blood feast, I rome with the insane
type, your life is like water floating down the
drain pipe. a scream or cries, cracked feind
demise, open up your eyes and read between the
lines, a flick, imagine, light up a kit, the whole
drum kit, till theres no life it it, despite them
two good peieces of crooked wood, now beat me.
[chorus]
(sample) burn the groove to death kid...nail em to
the cross yeah, yeah, yeah burn the groove to
death kid...nail em to the cross yeah, yeah, yeah |
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