| I’ve conducted extensive research
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| Now every verse is corrupted, offensive to the church
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| Destructive demented words
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| You’ve been instructed by sentences in each word
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| Featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first
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| My brutal arm is running through your mind
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| Stabbing up the cerebrum down to the spine, cut up the region
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| My personality represents the worst reality
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| Ever since a kid I rocked the reverse mentality
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| I give no apologies for my biology
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| Don’t follow me, you’re not qualified to have my qualities
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| You’re disqualified, you get no equality
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| Senseless homicide equals Necro psychology
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| I’m the leading authority in subjects
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| Like beatings that leave you bleeding orally
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| A part of me is obsessed
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| A major label would’ve been the end of me
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| I was meant to be an independently-run entity
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| I’ve got the illest mind, it’s corroded like Phyllis Diller’s spine
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| Like thirty-eight serial killers combined
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| It takes one individual act
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| To stop you from kicking a pitiful rap, it’s a miserable fact
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| You’ll get visibly hacked into shreds and left for dead
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| Gushing from your head with a pair of scissors attached
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| It’s wizardry the way you disappear from the Earth physically
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| Covered up exquisitely
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| Smothered up with pillows militantly
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| You see, you dying as quiet as it can be is the key
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| I obtained a sick brain
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| From the streets of Brooklyn with a need to inflict pain
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| I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz
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| You can’t interpret this
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| Murderous, stab you in the face, perfect fit
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| Slice precise like a surgeon’s wrist
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| Another verse that slips into the grips of the perverse and sick
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| There’s nothing worse than this
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| There’s nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss
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| And feces like GG Allin with German chicks
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| Imagine a minute before a person flips
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| A minute they be strangled with the blue face the purple lips
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| Leaving you lying on the cold floor, mouth open
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| Found you bloated a week later reeking of foul odor
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| Fuck the fake scriptures
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| We sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of Satan and take pictures
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| My laboratory table’s bottle nosed
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| It’s already too late if you’ve just noticed that you’ve been followed home
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| Look into my eyes, hollow holes
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| ILL Bill, cold-blooded demon from hell without a soul
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| I’m responsible for managing the impossible
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| If you listen to Uncle Howie and Psycho+Logical
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| Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, gonna cost a fool
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| We’re the reason doctors report at the hospital |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frank Zito, artist - Necro. Album song Brutality Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп