Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep On Driving, artist - Necro. Album song Sadist Hitz, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Keep On Driving |
Somebody’s waiting for you somewhere down the road |
Keep on driving |
Keep on driving |
Keep on driving |
Keep on driving |
In the pick up truck, sick bikers, escapees from Rikers, snickerin' |
Hicks with pitch forks, picking up Hitch-hikers and tricking 'em We likes it |
Killing live chickens with an ice pick |
Run quickly, you’re in a snuff flick G |
Feed you to a pig, your wig eaten up, no need to dig |
Jigged up bleeding from you ribs like squibs |
I’ll eat the brains of your kid’s kids! |
Male chauvinist with a fro shall attack |
And sting you like a big cobra, slapped |
You get trapped in my crib, in your grill |
Like a jib camera, vicking you like a vig |
Shoot you up, you pukin' up uranium |
Blastin' your mom dukes in the cranium |
The insane asylum, sanitarium, off the crazy train of delirium, in the vein |
again (AAAHH!!) |
You’re being chased through the forest by crazy faced coroners |
With an amazing taste for blood like tyrannosauraus |
You’re exhausted, cut off your clitoris |
Divorce it from your orifice, force in a fist |
Torture with forceps |
Nauseous from horseshit, a coffin wraps your torso like a corset |
Juxed multiple times, like shrapnel inside a war vet |
A crooked cult crime |
The sultan of slime with the insulting rhyme |
Get cooked from a jolt of voltage in your spine |
Indulging the coldness, bitterness, cruelness, ruthless, vulgarness |
Ogrish, ghoulish, when the full moon hits |
The ultimate focus is who won’t live! |
You ran out of gas, on a farm road, and trespassed |
Now you’re stabbed in your ass, with broken bottles |
Choking on crushed light bulbs, fill up your abdomen with glass, and bust rifles |
I’m pullin' out your organs, organizing, an orchestration of gore appreciation |
Depravation, give a whore a fecies facial |
Eat it raw, defication, suffocation |
You get smothered in anal, kill you like the brother of Abel |
I’ll make your mother my table, then shove electrical cable in her intestinal |
navel |
You just don’t get it, you’re found dead naked, beheaded |
Your drowned head decapitated |
And used for bait below the sea bed imbedded |
A school of red snappers ate it then jetted |
Your corpse is a grizzly work of art |
Like a grizzly bear with a body part in his mouth eating like Sizzler |
Scissor teeth sharp like shattered mirrors |
Into your heart by the wizard of incisions |
Dead, but your nerves make you pop up like jack in a box |
Attack with an axe like a fox |
Screaming like you’re typing with caps Lock on |
Frightened so bad your hair whitened |
Shoved on a meat hook |
By a creep that looks like Meat Loaf |
A big oaf, a mofo with a mullet keeping your skull as a trophy |
Skin on the sofa covered in fungus growth |
Dumping you in a crawl space |
I’m an off the wall nutcase |
Rocking your face on my face, while pumping Ace of Base |
Piece by piece, disgrace your faith |
They’re watching you’s, talkin' with walkie talkies |
Hawking you with binoculars |
They’re cop killers creeping like tarantulas |
The praying mantis and chinchillas |
You go from being innocent and fearless |
To careless to brutally pillaged |
Like Todd Bridges transition from being Willis |
To shacked up in a crack house with dealers |
Cracking your back with a Black Jack 'til you Snap you spine, fractured |
Like a flashback reaction from mescaline cactus, making your back twitch |
You’re ass backwards |
Warriors, the serial killer version |
Put a blade to your dome when I invade your trailer home like a military |
incursion |
And make you Drink your urine |
In a deserted desert, unpleasantly murdered |
Your vertebrae is some perverted peasant’s dessert |
Your gizzard is a skuzzy treasuring present |
For some pheasant and buzzard |
The mutants molest at night on a nuclear testing site |
Like Wayne Newton, give you a facelift |
Lacerated with ceramic plates 'til you drip blood platelets |
Leave you anemic, self-mutilation |
While Willie Nelson is playing |
On the radio station, on vacation |
Don’t take directions from a mental patient on medication |
Asphyxiation fixated on hatred |
Don’t befriend a stranger |
They got hidden agendas |
Rocking suspenders |
To leave your apenix chopped in a blender! |