| Attack you like a blazing raptor
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| You’ll never adapt to enslavement
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| You’ll be craving for your captors to clap ya
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| Crucified and defiled, extra gruesome and vile
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| You’re a douchebag so you got killed executioner style
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| I spawn satanic raps like Lucifer’s child
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| My automatic brap, right through your hooptie in style
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| Jux you with bayonets from chariots carrying TEC’s
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| Bury you in the casket
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| The master of marionettes
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| I’ll blast you like Bernard Goetz, this is as hard as it gets
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| Beat you repeatedly like a retard with Tourettes
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| Catch you in the street, and beat you to death for ten cents
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| 'Cause your life is worth less, you’re worthless, yes
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| Leave you a bloody mess, like drug traffickers
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| Blasting slugs in the middle of traffic
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| They’ll bust ya then laugh at ya
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| Everyone dies, there’ll be another kingpin after ya
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| Nobody gives a fuck when you’re layed up with a catheter
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| Gat 0'9 Tales
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| The Gat 0'9 Tales
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| Ain’t nothing frail, fuck around and end up in jail with no bail
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| Shit’s real
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| Catholic, Jewish or Muslim
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| Christian, Pagan or Atheist
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| We all have the same fate, as humans: death awaits for us
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| You should count your blessings, a bandage in dressing
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| Around your intestines, it could of festered
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| Almost breathless, non-confessing
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| No more comp' in hip hop, this shit’s a disgrace
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| We should piss on your face, then stomp you to death in flip flops
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| Died on the mic, I’ll never forget how to grab you by your neck and slide into
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| spite
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| 'Cause killing you’s like riding a bike
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| Grab a bitch by the collar bone, smack her in the cerebellum
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| Yellin' get off that telephone, Earth is your home
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| Blaze a tool at you, have you pushin' up daises
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| But it doesn’t phase anyone, everybody’s acting like a lackadaisical
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| Being pussy’s got you far, driving through the hood
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| You scared to stop your car
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| 'cause you think someone’ll pop you, par
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| But you’re worse off coming across a cop car, when they toss your vehicle and
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| make up a reason to lock you up
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| Gat 0'9 Tales
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| The Gat 0'9 Tales
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| Packing that steel, fuck around and end up in jail, 'cause someone squealed on
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| real |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gat O' 9 Tales, artist - Necro. Album song The Notorious Goriest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп