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letra de wkcr 89.9 stretch & bobbito live freestyle - necro

yo, i hate your face
my box cutter stutters
f-ggot, get cut up jagged
witness the gutter
i’m packing heavy metal to murder you residue
whip out, the metallica from my hip
blast some megadeth at you
peep the crack in vial
run up on you with 10 n-ggas rocking their backwards smile
then slice you up, like it’s back in style
heist your life, like a thief
racking piles of merchandise
packed in aisles, you living in wack denial
necro’s the mortician of sk!lls
on a mission to k!ll your brain like the brand new moog and the musician on krills
i know you hate to learn
but death is 360 like bell bottoms
rock bottom like sodom wait your turn
you could find me warm
insult me, i’ll transform
crimey cats surround you like
poisonous ants swarm, hit you like a sandstorm
pet your hymen (petro high men)
psychos walkin’ the streets
screaming out “thank satan, necro is rhyming!”
engulf the nation
my impulse hits you like a million volts of insults
my k!lling cult shall indulge in cremation
cats flock to the sick
i’m like a four foot fro, rocking a pick
pick pocket you quick, find out who you are
so i know when i’m clocking your clique
the industry’s f-cking you, no vaseline
and you still jockin’ their d-ck, b-tch
jocking it, b-tch
jocking it
ye-
yo, i’ll squeeze your neck skeez with the mad grip
butcher knife, to your f-cking throat, uh oh
bad trip; poltergeist pollu-cination while basing
you’re seeing human, beings that are-n’t being human
a tab of acid; cop it, put it on your tongue and pop it
green, yellow, purple, the lights are flashing; you can’t stop it!
control time, do as i say “it’s time for slaughtering”
cut your throat and as you die recite “necro, you’re the king!”
i’ll give you the privilege to carve ya-self like the ghoul
on the bl–dy mattress in h-llraiser covered with larva
only if you’re good, i’ll let you hear a rhyme
about a boy at nine in a s-d-stic crime
it’s sado-m-s-ch-stic time
let’s beat our fists, bl–dy on a punching bag
end up in my dungeon gagged, until you are a hundred f-g
blood flows with any blow necro lands
fighting me is like, fighting a f-ckin’ alien with six hands
plus, when you bump, heads with ten of my soldiers
get cracked with forty knuckles like you were in a pit
bein’ stoned with boulders

- necro

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