Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil Shit, artist - Necro. Album song The Pre-Fix For Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Evil Shit |
This beat’s some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire |
Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone |
Let out your anger, stop buildin up, you’re filled up with pain and anguish |
Kid do you understand my insane language? |
Sensus (?), violence, psychology, apprentinces of sickness learnin the art of |
ballin (?) and robbery with demented insctincts |
Cemented in your mental is the exceptional fact that feeling sentimental for |
humans is detremental |
I’m experimental in the ways of murderin you hurbs and turds with absurd words |
and verbs |
Would you have perfered being lured into a crucifixed scenerio, were you’re |
eaten by birds? |
Bein perserio (?) |
Who’s (?) convicted, describing good descriptions |
Perscribing murder through scribes, and desicrate the bible’s vibes |
Maggots crawling on this page as I write this rap |
It’s amazing, appalling, I think Satan’s calling. |
I might snap |
Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck |
Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid? |
What’s after death? |
Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like |
a psychotic bull |
God won’t protect your existence, so I dont respect your religion |
Visually you reflect a pidgeon, this’ll be disected by traffic |
Graphic violence the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of |
catostrophic dying of vinyll plastic |
Or a CD, massive (?), you can’t answer whether I’m making sense or not or |
imitating Manson |
Preaching the end of God is my mantra. |
Enter the pod, take a trip into the |
nucleus of gore where the center is scarred |
You’ll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs |
Left in the sanitary, I’m eating perscription drugs |
Force me to brutalize, demonstrate to you how I utilize a butcher knife to |
computerize your flesh pixelate you |
Triple 6 degrade you. |
You can’t quarentine the therpeutic thorazine for ever |
putrid horror scenes |
That sick cleverly secluded in the origin of this cerebrum deep-rooted info for |
the corroner team |
Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck |
Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid? |
What’s after death? |
Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like |
a psychotic bull |