letra de wise ass ’99 – necro

(necro)
i love a stunt thats down to sniff cocaine
a c*nt with big c*ck suckin lips and no brain
you p*ssy you couldnt shoot up a drug
car jack you like a cop in pursuit of a thug
spittin out like i chewed up a bug
i shot and threw up a slug
and as for dolly parton yo i’m the type who’d f*ck her juggs
i grew up in a sick place brooklyn!
where we run up on you and say “gimme the loot” d*ckface
i got an appet*te for desctruction like parasites
kicked in your face so bl**dy i f*cked up my new pair of nikes (d*mn)
they cost over a hundred bucks
oh well scar up ya grill while i’m f*ckin a hundred sl*ts
the white dolemite
i wanna see janet jackson deep throat a mic it’s only right
you’re a snake you’re known to bite and blowing bright
when dynamite’s rammed up your *ss then you explode at night (bloaw)
met the devil and spit in his grill
told him i’m runnin h*ll son chill or your the next i’ll kill
you know your dead when you sell your soul for bread
life’s funny like a b*tch *ss with a hole in his head
clock me like you trife bro i’ll stab your sockets like a psycho
till you cant see sh*t your on the toilet bowl with the lights closed
you’ll be lonely homey you dont know me
you wanna play me treat me like a saxophone and blow me
worship my vile grammer
skeez get on your c*ck suckin knees and pray to me like hammer
i get my d*ck jerked by a girl i’mma diss
the second i see a chick with bigger t*ts
so many look sultry dont insult me
how dare you ask me not to cheat like adultery i’m foul like poultry
got a closeup of your grill it repulsed me (illlll)
to be truthful your *ss is only useful
and what the f*ck you gotta say
i’ll rip your intestines out your *ss and cook your man with them a block away
you hesitant b*tch you never been sick
you got a c*ck in your mouth like that dead president flick
you want me to rhyme what will you do for me
you get your girl to suck d*ck and i’ll rap for you for free
money is simple my income triples
when beats get chopped up like montel williams nipples
honey i’ll keep it real with ya
have ya pants off abuse you and then say i aint feelin ya
women dont understand me cant chop off our d*ck
i see lorena bobbit in the street and cut off her cl*t
payback’s a b*tch so b*tch pay with ya back
before i f*ck a sl*t i dont know i spray raid in her crack
the human head is quite durable
ya mouth shall make a very interesting urinal
met the devil and spit in his grill
told him i’m runnin h*ll son chill or your the next i’ll kill
ya know ya dead when you sell your soul for bread
life’s funny like a b*tch *ss with a hole in his head die!
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1 2 3 4 5 666 777 8 1999
motherf*ckers…..yeah necro sh*t……b*tch
……….(kill yourself)

- letras de necro