| My ratchet exhales lead, cleaving, my hatchet’s leaving a trail of red
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| Catching cerebrum from a detached female head
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| Apache walking through the cornfield, I was born real
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| Wielding a morning star, You’re left torn and peeled on the floor, kneeled
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| Cold aggressor, buck the 3 pound off at you like Roth in Little Odessa
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| Guillotine your crown off with a clothes dresser
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| The Hades gatekeeper, Hatebreeder, breaking your face
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| I’m blatantly crazier, straigh razor your trachea
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| Pulp plops on your shirt, bloody red polka dots
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| The unfed vulture plots murder, dead your folks while you watch
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| Assasinated with acid, fascinated with drilling
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| Lacerated you bastard, masturbated to killing
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| Your fucking life X’d out, flexin' axe like Dexter
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| Slash you with Plexiglas, black bury you like a texter
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| Fuck what you’re selling, you’ll get bucked in your melon
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| Metall pellets stuck in your cerebellum, once you’re abducted like Helen!
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| Cut your head off, bust the lead off, now get off
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| The dick money, you don’t know me, keep it moving homie
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| The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood, did I mention?
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| When G and Nec in the room, it’s High Tension!
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| Killer team, guillotines and gallows
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| 40 caliber, loaded with Calicos, on barrel and mallet mode
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| Calluses of malice grow, Molotov bottle your ballad flow
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| Death on a pale horse, the gallop slow
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| Blade of my Excalibur glow like William Wallace
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| Send your body off to med school for brilliant scholars
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| We bout to stab 'em with 7 daggers like Damien
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| Triple sixes when 3 biscuits empty out in your cranium
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| Dark clouds and rainy wind, we aiming these 10's
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| On dames and they men, leave 'em with flaming skin on they dainty limbs
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| Front line gunners, we dump 9's in the fronters
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| Son of Sam handguns, the grunt mind of a hunter
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| Son, we Leatherface butchers in bloody aprons, blood he craving
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| Muddy beige Timbs, put a rusty blade in that slut he chasing
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| Tool shed tools, embedded inside her dude’s head
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| No Vital Signs, this be the title up in the news spread |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Tension, artist - Necro. Album song Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп