| Gory Days
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| You might get stabbed in your heart
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| Gory Days
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| Get the butcher knife and tear you apart
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| Gory Days
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| You better finish what you start
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| Gory Daaaaaays
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| When we bludgeon you’ll get your brain laced
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| You’re bein hands on erased
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| We’ll punch you in the same place
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| Til we break our hands on your face
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| You crack your head first
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| Whatever I get — you get worse
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| I got a busted lip
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| You got stitches in a hospital bed hearse
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| This ain’t a playfight
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| You’ll get beaten in broad daylight
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| People watchin me kid but I ain’t got no stage fright
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| No cops in sight
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| You’re gettin cracked through the side
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| And if there’s more beef
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| We’ll find you and put bombs under your eyes
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| The struggle to live — corrupt
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| Because too many kicks will pummel your ribs
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| When you’re outnumbered by six
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| And no ones jumpin in to dead it
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| Wit me and my peeps swingin hatchets and axes
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| You think they wanna get hit?
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| All OGs know the code of the street
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| Mind your own biz, never go to police — that’s how it is
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| I live Scarface scenes
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| I live Pulp Fiction scenes
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| Life is one big movie on the screen
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| (2 Hooks with variation)
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| Gory Days
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| You might get stabbed in your heart
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| Gory Days
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| Get a butcher knife and tear you apart
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| Gory Days
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| You better finish what you start
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| Gory Daaaaaays
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| (Bitches)
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| Gory Days
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| You might get stabbed in your heart
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| Gory Days
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| Get a machete and tear you apart
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| Gory Days
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| You better finish what you start
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| Gory Daaaaaays
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| (I hope you die)
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| You made my fuckin day sour
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| I’ll still display power while up for 48 hours
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| The blood still sprayed like showers
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| Boxes get knocked out
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| Jab me I’ll jab you
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| What you put out you get back
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| It might be worse — we’ll blast you
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| Cops are searchin for me for crimes I committed last year
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| But haven’t caught me yet so I’ll drop it in rhymes
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| I know you want me dead
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| Put stitches in your forehead
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| Look kid I want you more dead
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| Hope you bled in your bed
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| Fifteen hours in the hospital
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| Waiting for a doctor to sew you up and a possible operation
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| You press charges you’re less than a carcass
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| In the streets — no respect
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| You’ll get tricked and stuffed in a coat regardless
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| Don’t judge a book by a cover
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| Cause a cat could be a crook undercover
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| And snap and jux up your blubber
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| From happiness to anarchist
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| From pacifist to blasphemous
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| Kid that’s how fast it flips
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| (Hook x2 variation)
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| (Bitch) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gory Days , by - Necro. Song from the album Gory Days, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп