Lyrics Death Rap - Necro

Death Rap

For Death Rap shit
Word up
Bump this
Some evil shit
Check it
Fuckin faggot
It starts with your intestines and germs
Next you’re a cadaver infested with worms
Mans destiny, it’s best that he learns
My axe intervenes hacking through your veins
Like you’re in between the railroad track and the train
A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain
Like back in the days when cats didn’t play they’d wack you and not explain
Demeaning Jesus, you’re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers
I speak death like seniors with diseases
Packing insane guns, dead you like Hussein’s son
Don’t fuck with me I only say it once
Like the end of Casino two bats in your spine gory
Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories
Insane like a brainless convict
You’re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic
Honor you hate this, god couldn’t save us
Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refrent and Jonathan Davis
Death Rap
That’s the rap I kick don’t ever confuse it with others — there isn’t nothing
like this
Death Rap
It be the most morbid
After we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin
Death Rap
Not just on this track
It’s a movement I represent much more rugged than you
Death Rap
I’m the last of a dying breed
Diss me you must be dying to bleed
I walk with the living dead
Witness the digits that bitches dipped in red
Description is the picture of witches and women giving head
I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist
Regardless if the topic’s Necrodamus or Sabacolypse
The logic is I’m played over shot through your esophagus
Remove you from the earth you get hurt for popping shit
What about clips in there basics slap the shit out of racists
Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces
I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition
If you push the wrong button you going to send me on a mission
And if that’s the case I’mma bash your face
Then reverse the positive become a basket case
I blast for days, burn down your house
That’s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth
I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat
For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open