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letra de the most sadistic – necro

yo, yo, yo, check this sh-t b-tch,
for all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it

yo, i’m dancin on your grave like borishnikov
i’ll rip you off
leave you in the desert ’til the voltures strip your corpse
then rape your f-ckin’ wife, until my d-ck is soft
’til the flesh is pealin’ off
i’m a devil consealed in cloth
walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork
you got a hole in your stomach
yo plug it up with a cork, you dork
lots of blood loss, red cross
couldn’t help your dead boss cut his head off
brutal, s-d-stic, the only way
i’ll be remembered, after i’m dismemebered
and my bones decay, a rap legend
to the aggressionary session
my invention of tention and powerful progression
it’s time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
hit your mind like consumin stricchnine
for all the sh-ll, clips and glocks
you step to me with a weapon
you’ll be reppin’ your clique in a box

the most s-d-stic, you think not?
you might get shot, put ’em in a plot
we ain’t playin, we ain’t rhymin’ for nothin’
yo this sh-t is our life, so let me tell you somethin’
if you ever diss me i’ma bring it to you
got a crew of psychopaths that’ll stab you up too
now say violence (violence), death (death)
yo there ain’t nothin left to say, this sh-t’s fresh

(ill bill)
i’ll kill, you could be my latest victim
i’ll take a sh-t on your brain and make you sniff it
p-ss on your b-tch’s t-ts and make you lick it
you f-ckin’ maggot
you probably f-cked one hundred f-ggots
your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin’ your -ss whipped
come around here actin hardcore
you never did dirt, you gonna get hurt
pull up your pink skirt
your pink panties’ll get your whig damaged
go eat a d-ck sandwhich
i can’t stand this motherf-cker
make this b-tch vanish from the planet
i’ll hit you like a ton of granite
get your blood splattered
face bashed in, you can’t win
i’ll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks
while watchin’ mob flicks, nasty like armpits
when i be suckin’ on you mom’s t-ts
she my b-tch, she on my d-ck
tell that trick to stop callin’ my crib
why’d you say she wanted to kill the b-tch?
smokin’ green clove, walkin’ around town flossin’ the free clothes
doper than special k explodin’ in the fiend’s nose

(chorus) {-fades out with gatling gun sounds-}

- letras de necro