Lyrics 24 Shots - Necro

24 Shots

My shit’s straight vile
You’re mild, you’ve got no style
I won’t be impressed 'til you possessed by Belial
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch up your wounds
Inside the emergency room
They must work urgently or you’ll permanently be in a tomb
You seein' the clergy soon
I’m taking this rap game serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing fucking God
Lacerating to pieces of lard
Like vultures ripping Jesus apart
You’re chopped up and divided in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping through I.V.
tubes
The human body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane it’s some creative shit
Satanic organs
Melodies of morbidness
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world’s all been dissed
You rap like a cadaver
There’s no life in you
I should stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe will do
24 shots in your head
I know you’re dead but I want to make sure you’re dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you’re dead but I want to make sure you’re deader
My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack
This year, is just another point in time
Another year time devours the joints in your spine
Until you’re stressed
With no credentials left
Just your essential breath and the potential death
It’s maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of psychos
It’s when your life goes
I’m done with babbling, a kid disses and I grab him then I’m gonna stab 'em
Son you’re ain’t fronting on my album
Spitting on your bitches tits
They shift the shit
My pistol grip is sadistic like Mephisto clique
Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of Necro’s rap
It’s morbid truth, in fact
Not since the first sin, has a poet created grim verbatem like me
Making the industry cringe
I’ve had a profound effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck
My first radio coverage introduced you to being bludgeoned
And took you through the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging
Now I’ve got hundreds loving
Who would have thought I’d be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal onslaught
Now everyone’s objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
Freestyle where I wreck the respected
DIE!