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letra de deaded - necro

[intro + {vocal sample}]
when i stand on the mountain and i say do it
it gets done!
if it don’t get done, then i’ll move on it
and that’s the last thing in the world you want me to do…

[verse 1]
don’t f-ck with the horde, we h–rd weapons and slay at night
broadsword through your broad’s chest in broad daylight
pedestrians clockin’ bust a glock at your intestines
infestin’ your block with krills, rock, dust and mescaline
trifle – exploding rifles on motorcycles
i’m michael myers with pliers mixed with the code of vikings
left dead in a parking lot if you bark a lot
slumped in a barcalounge like a narcoleptic on pot
flush your flesh down the drain into a septic tank, accept it
deceptic schizo reps it ethnic; intrepid
introverted perverted, insert into the cervix
inverted crucifix – i give good customer service
you wanna face off? get live when you’re g-y/soft
i’ll rip your face off with knives, you’re left a decayed corpse
don’ start an argument with gargamel
turn ya wife into sperm gargling cargo, sell the b-tch for a bargain

[hook]
deaded! homie got getted
hit with the lead, bled out then we fled it – forget it
deaded! you got f-ckin’ shredded, beheaded
b-tch, no need for the medic – forget it
deaded! homie got getted
hit with the lead, bled out then we fled it – forget it
deaded! you got f-ckin’ shredded, beheaded
b-tch, no need for the medic – forget it
[verse 2]
people go berserk when the desert eagle twerks
aimed at your grill, jerk; explode like illegal fireworks
f-ck your lawsuit, i’ll make you wear a tailored flesh gore suit
a corset from lord and taylor wouldn’t look more cute
stab you in the ear cause i don’t think you’re hearin’ me
you need to be potty trained cause you sh-t yourself in fear of me
turned civil order into uncivil slaughter
my gun swivel hit you, it’s equivalent to mortar
opinions are like assh0l-s and everyone has one
give me a negative one, and my minions will stab, son
they’ll find you in a trailer park after dark, dead
a pale carcass on a bed with slugs found by narc feds
on the ground’s your carved head, like a halloween pumpkin
you got pumped with sh-lls from the pump by a bumpkin
serial k!ller who works at dunkin’ donuts and goes nuts
in a drunken stupor lookin’ to k!ll local grown ups

- necro

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