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letra de underground – necro

i keep straining my ears to hear a sound
maybe someone is digging underground
or have they…

yo man mother f-ckers 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 sh-t 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 p-sses on earth
i drop bile like a v-g-n- 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 const-tution
my sh-t 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 t-ts
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 h-t by a car riding my tricycle
a hit and run son
mad young in the hospital receiving st-tches
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 b-tch, 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 sh-t 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 sh-t like this
you gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty b-tch
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 f-ck it the whole fist
rammed up your wife’s -ss gets murdered type fast
blast sc-m up your bc masks
and dirty flash pipes flash
pulling and coming in side like sl-ts like kimberly drumming
you know the st–z, i slay my prey
day by day
kill yourself, on some euthanasia sh-t
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 -ss-ssination 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 s-x 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 n-gg-r 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 sh-t 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 sh-t like this
you gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a nasty b-tch
you f-cking dirt bags

-repeat till fade-

i keep straining my ears to hear a sound
maybe someone is digging underground

- letras de necro