| Yo, I’m like a dead corpse
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| Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit
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| Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
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| My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
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| My raps are like crack in a decksotenic intellect
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| Slaughters you, I got more for you
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| Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
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| You’ll be begging someone to pull me off of you
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| When I’m stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
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| You’ll only understand when you bleed
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| There’s no talking to you
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| Just shoving a fork in you
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| Who the fuck you talking to?
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| Im pure death in a flesh, I’ll arrange a coffin for you
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| My knife packing status, got you shook
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| A lot of crooks will respect my rep
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| Step, kid I advise you not to look
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| Turn your head, or you’ll turn up dead
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| Put you asleep inside a burning bed
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| Learn from what I said
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| Im mushing your peeps, and I’m squishing you deep
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| Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace
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| I. injure you with ninja crews
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| Contemplate what’s in to do, negotiate with Satan
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| Cause it’s his decision too
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| Hold a sword like ghost dog
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| Leaving blood and gross gore
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| So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
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| So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What)
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| Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
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| While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by semen
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| Lure you into my web check the code the boys is red
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| Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
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| Fill my clip with the lead put the biscuit to the head
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| After I ripped you up to shreds I’ll take a sip of what you bled
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| Don’t ever try and hawk cause I don’t wanna talk
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| Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
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| Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground
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| Take a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound
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| Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
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| Y’all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
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| It’s awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
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| We celebrate with Henney blood shakes that render me sick
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| Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of chrome
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| Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the bone
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| And ate the last witnesses
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| K-ed out on medicine
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| Health nut, crush up my wheat germ
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| Chase it with heroine
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| Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters
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| Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter
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| Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out
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| Blood from em, two in your face
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| Get erased, lights out
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| Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags
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| You don’t want it fag
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| Your left in the bubble covered, we’ll shoot up fair
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| State bent, like breathing rubber
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| So be advised
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| Lucifer’s rising the invocation of my demon brother
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| Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs
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| Morbid visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
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| Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets
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| Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
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| Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields
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| Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits
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| Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage
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| Tangled and gored on top, half of you’re body hanging off the door
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| Spasm and splash your organs across the floor
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| Its death. |
| when the slug hit the bullet proof vest
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| I took from the police. |
| man after I blew off his head
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| We knights of Satan serving Satan’s sadists
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| God is an atheist
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| You fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice
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| We criminally insane, escape form Bellview
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| Sniffing up cocaine
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| Don’t even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
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| Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane asylums
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| Come on come all to my carnival of carnage
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| Where I’ll. |
| slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange
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| I’m too precise not to be nice
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| I nail you like Christ you’ll pay twice the price
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| I’ll put brains on ice
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| For preparation prepare for the separation
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| Of your foundation so come get your frown basted
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| In hot sauce I’ll roasted you like hot dogs on an open fire
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| I’m a trig like Myer
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| But don’t admire the entire picture
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| Because I hang you like fixture
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| So when you enter the mixture
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| Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion
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| To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge
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| The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords swords |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circle of Tyrants, artist - Necro. Album song Gory Days, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп