| Die!
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| «Nobody's getting rid of me, I’m staying —
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| Staying until you’re all dead and buried — till you rot in your graves
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| You’ll never get rid of me — never!»
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| Official on some Guy Fisher shit
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| Pop you with the biscuit, cut you into brisket
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| Buck you, the misfit, fuck you! |
| you’re dead, I wished it
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| Like Kid Twist, with the ice pick, jigging you, sticking you
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| Sickly, quickly, bitch, cuz I ain’t digging you
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| Slit your guttural, like a butter roll, blood’ll flood a pool
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| Fuck your slut, nut in her hole
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| Tortured on mortuary slabs, coronary stabs, extraordinary
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| The more the merrier, your inferior, bury ya'
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| Execute you bitch, shoot you in the tits
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| It’s the Hoochie Coochie man, kicking brutal shit, recruit the sick
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| Got two pits playing salugi with your dick, volcanic like fuji
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| Contusions on your skull, rep Brooklyn like a cugine
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| Shitbird, get beheaded like Nick Berg, deaded you herb, human flesh turd,
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| blood red on the curb
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| My saturday night special, splatter your brains
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| Send you the the church of the Latter Day Saints — in a box
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| Scatter the remains
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| Cut open your grill — peel — slice
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| Motherfucker, I’mma carve you up, real nice
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| You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
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| I’m Necro, you’re fucking with me — you’re fucking with the best
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| Body fluid ejaculation, you crack basing
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| You know the rep, think before you step, start to back-pacing
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| Fred, Mike and Jason a bitch, blast a clip, in your face
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| Like Berkowitz, did to Stacy Moskowitz, scare you out your wits
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| I’m completely rehabilitated, reinvigorated, reassimilated and relocated — psych
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| Leave you discombobulated, bob and weave
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| Jab your noggin, fuck up your Medulla Oblongata, clobbin you like Drago
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| Evil like Baba Yaga, I’m obligated to whip out my dick
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| Lady Gaga ate it — she ovulated
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| I’m not about love, so punk step to me drunk
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| With disrespect I’ll take a chunk out of your neck, something I could be proud
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| of
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| A loaded sawed off, explode your orifice off
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| Chuck norris is soft, kid I glorify gore, like Boris Karloff
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| A metal splint in your lung, regurgitation, inspiration
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| Like the Virgin Mary covered in elephant dung
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| Cut open your grill — peel — slice
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| Motherfucker, I’mma carve you up, real nice
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| You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
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| I’m Necro, you’re fucking with me — you’re fucking with the best
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| You’re totaled, packed in a bag, like a yodel
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| Smash you like Cotto, leave you immobile, for acting like a fag Frodo
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| From the gallows, to a shallow catacomb, shoot Calicos at your dome,
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| that’s how it goes
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| Hit with the chrome bat til your mouth foams, shatter bones
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| Now you moan, I’m a known cat, prone to flip ask around homes
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| With a twelve gauge shotty, break in your crib enraged
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| Pull the trigger at your rib cage, for a big wage
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| When the metal’s pulled, you’re getting killed, it’s settled
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| Hit you with a kettlebell, dead in the grill, you better chill
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| Choke a slut, crack open ya' coconut
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| Leave it broken, I’m a loco nut
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| Cut you back open, and burn you with a smoke butt
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| Like Napoleon Bonaparte, rip every bone apart
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| Blood on the linoleum, dead you like Joan of Arc
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| Dracula packing a revolver, involve you in an unsolvable attack
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| Whack you like the Black Dahlia
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| Cut open your grill — peel — slice
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| Motherfucker, I’mma carve you up, real nice
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| You get nothing but death, bucking at your chest
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| I’m Necro, you’re fucking with me — you’re fucking with the best |