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"Necro"
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"Necro"
"Necro"
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жанры: rap
альбомы: I Need Drugs
Underground
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Necro
жанры: rap
альбомы: I Need Drugs
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I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they...Yo man mother fuckers are clowns man; hip-hop's too nice It's too pretty What are you gonna do to it necro? Take a razor, and slice it!Yo peep this shit like this Kill the head kill the body and those around the room When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you receive it Brainwashing has officially begun Kid you'll peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like rerun It's raining, as God pisses on earth I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth Devour my shower that's golden I'm puffing the sack cold and smoldered flesh, holding the fresh cancer infested colon How can I make my point to you fools? I'll drop a dead a&r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules I'm above the constitution My shit stays bubblin like burned flesh My rhymes are acid on clorox solution Your eyes are burnt once the acid hits You'll be blinded like rosie o'donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and Flashed her tits Life is shady g In 1976 my parents created me I've been flipping since 1983 I always took pain as a game When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror and saw my brain Wonder why I'm like an icicle? At 5 I was hit by a car riding my tricycle A hit and run son Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches Making me vicious Peeping cretons with mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious Running through glenwood pj's as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death. Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I'm killing you You're unhealthy your a felon your po checks your bladder You're an addict; you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter The customer's always right but this time the customers left On a stretcher gasping for breath the cipher flows like rolly polly Kill yourself slowly plus you're already dead if you're homely So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so prey Most of new york's population is filled with metal patients Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients Gotham got rapists by the pile Watch out for goons of bile infested smiles and dreams of molesting Your child You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis You need to puff a bag of dro's when listening to brutal shit like this You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicide for nasty bitch Make sure your girl's syphilis clean before I slide my tongue up in her don't you dare ruin my dinner My ventriloquism hits you like ism Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed with blades butchery sadism I rip your gap when I twist my wrists 1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fists Rammed up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast Blast scum up your bc masks And dirty flash pipes splash Pulling or coming inside like sluts like kimberly drummand You know the steez, I slay my prey Day by day Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit Rocking timbs with razors on the tip Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip I'm fascinated with Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not Some one to have patience with I'm better off Letting off Two clips at you face set it off To decide is better off Dead it off Inject 'till you feel correct Feel the effects of my hex Force you to have sex with techs Chopped at funeral next Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy's cheaper The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot Penetrate your skull like an obituary riff from slowly we rot You'll soon be fractions and numerators Of a denominator when I play dominator When you're dead with brains embalmed with data peeping vietnam through beta Futuristic butcher cd rom cremator Your spine cracks in 3 d like imax You won't be superman no more feel the pain climax No anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack a fine packed and mixed with phenobarbetal liquid And a raid-sprayed dime sack Nothing numbs your future sums I threw you in a wheel chair your a crumb A pebble, a worm, a snail I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorozine when you inhale Uhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh Another blunt filled with dust And another blunt filled And another blunt filled And another blunt filled with dust Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin That's the second time a nigga tried to kill me I'm starting to feel Important For some cats smilin ain't there style But there's something so evil About seeing a murderer smile it's vile Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a laxative It will eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident I mean line to main-tain I'm fighting the biggest fight in my life You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to brutal shit like this You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for nasty bitch You fucking dirt bagsRepeat till fade
Это интересно:Родился и рос Ron Braunstein на неприветливых улицах Бруклина, а в свободное время занимался музыкой (и как все-таки здорово, что ему не подарили скрипку). Потихоньку интерес к ней перешел в практическое русло. Произошло это примерно в возрасте 11-ти лет. Белому еврейскому мальчику из бедной семьи пришлись по духу такие группы как Sepultura, Napalm Death и Obituary.... продолжение
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