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letra de your fu** head split - necro

[necro]

yo, yeah
it’s the sh-t right here
it makes me wanna k!ll somebody

[verse 1]

turn this sh-t up real f-ckin loud
drinkin the bile out your pancreas
the fanciest cancerous
talkin lyricist pack a shank on the hips
your a sk-nky b-tch slit your rist cl-toris if your inhibited i’ll p-ss in your syphilis incubus
mr. death dr.demise surgeon slice
you’ll die really slow if you don’t appreciate life
your wack if you don’t appreciate knives
the way a knife slices precice it’s trife it’s a demonic device
the chronic you light inhale
for those in jail
to those in beef get impaled and burried in snails
my brain’s charred like burnt
flesh your scarred rippin your breast apart digest your heart
die

[chorus]

kid you know you can’t f-ck with this
don’t you know that my sh-t’s to sick
kid you know you can’t f-ck with this
you might get your whole f-ckin head split

[verse 2]

you terrorize your whole cl1ck
make you suck on your own t-ts
now spit the cancer out
grab a glock call me sir manson alot
blow your brains on the seats
varicose veins on the streets cocaine,dust and weed
k!ll you slowly it’s a must you bleed
pop a vein in your skull from the stress
feelin numb in your chest
anxiety attack murder you with a variety an axe a mac a black jack a bat crack
right upside your f-ckin head
for talkin sh-t about this kid you bled s-d-stic and red
my biscuit pumps lead
c-ck it obnoxious your chopped up in boxes im toxic my topics are gothic
morbidity you can’t get rid of me
the reason is humidity is sh-t to me
so k!ll your self and write a note
right before the noose wraps tight around your throat
your wind pipe is choked
newyork is filled with tranvest-tes in coats
helpless wenches controlled and sacrificin goats
it’s death for these 2nd street
derelicts reppin it sellin sh-t malevolent
mad felons kid
i got three in the fam me and my man
will beat you with hands
leave you beneath the sand
your sinkin quikly
im thinkin
im sickly
i need medication the cadabers are getting stinky

[chorus]

kid you know you can’t f-ck with this
don’t you know that my sh-t’s to sick
kid you know you can’t f-ck with this
you might get your whole f-ckin head split

f-ckin head split
f-ckin head split
b-tch
f-ckin head split

- necro

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