название:

Asbestos


автор:

Necro


жанры: chillout
альбомы: Die!
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Intro:
Nobodys getting rid of me, I'm staying, staying until your all dead and buried
Till you rot in your graves, you'll never get rid of me never!! (smash) (crack) (break)Verse 1:
Official on some Guy Fisher shit
Pop you with the biscuit, cut you in a brisket
Buck you the misfit, fuck you You're dead I wished it
Like Kid Twist with the ice pick jigging you, sticking you
Sickly, quickly bitch cause i aint digging you
slit your Guttural, like a butter roll
blood will flood a pool, fuck your slut, nut in her hole
tortured on mortuary slabs, coronary stabs
extraordinary the more the merrier your inferior, bury ya
execute you bitch, shoot you in the tits
its the hoochie koochie man, kicking brutal shit
recruit the sick, got 2 pits playing salugi with ya dick
volcanic like fuji, contusions on ya skull, rep Brooklyn like a cugine
shitbird, get beheaded like Nick Berg deaded you herb,
human flesh turd, blood red on the curb
my saturday night special, splatter your brains
send you the the church of the latter day saints in a box, scatter the remainsHook (x2):
Cut open your grill, peel, slice
Motherfucker I'm a carve you up real nice
You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
I'm Necro, you're fucking with me your fucking with the bestVerse 2:
Body fluid ejaculation, you crack basing
you know the rep, think before you step, start the back-pacing
Fred, Mike and Jason a bitch, blast a clip, in ya face like Berkowitz
did to Stacy moskowitz, scare you out ya wits
Im completely rehabilitated, reinvigorated, reassimilated
and relocated psych, leave you discombobulated, bob and weave
jab your noggin, and fuck up your Medulla Oblongata, clobbin you like drago
evil like baba yaga, im obligated to whip out my dick, lady gaga ate it
she ovulated, im not about love, so punk step to me drunk
with disrespect ill take a chunk out of your neck, something i could be proud of
a loaded sawed off, explode your orifice off
chuck norris is soft, kid i glorify gore, like Boris karloff
a metal splint in your lung, regurgitation, inspiration
like the virgin mary covered in elephant dungHook (x2):
Cut open your grill, peel, slice
Motherfucker I'm a carve you up real nice
You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
I'm Necro, you're fucking with me your fucking with the bestVerse 3:
You're totaled, packed in a bag, like a yodel
smash you like cotto, leave you immobile for acting like a fag Frodo
from the gallows, to a shallow catacombs
shoot calicos at your dome, thats how it goes
hit with the chrome back to your mouth foam, shatter bones
now you moan, im a known cat, prone to flip ask around homes
with a twelve gauge shotty, break in your crib in rage
pull the trigger at your rib cage, for a big wage
when the metals pulled, your getting killed, and settled
hit you with a kettle-belt, dead in the grill, you better chill
choke a slut, crack open ya coconut
leave it broken, im a loco nut, cut you back open
and burn you with a smoke butt
like Napoleon Bonaparte, rip every bone apart
blood on the linoleum, dead you like Joan of Arc
dracula packing a revolver, involve you in an insolvable attack
whack you like the Black DahliaHook (x2):
Cut open your grill, peel, slice
Motherfucker I'm a carve you up real nice
You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
I'm Necro, you're fucking with me your fucking with the best
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