Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morbid Shit, artist - Necro. Album song Brutality Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Morbid Shit |
Whatup you fuckin dirty bitches? |
Hookers, fuckin scumbags. |
You know I hate you |
Check this shit |
(Necro) |
Yo morbid shit that’s the type of rap I kick |
Like gettin your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cuttin off your dick |
Like gettin all of your jewelry vicked |
Like a Pit Bull leavin your flesh ripped morbid shit |
I’m as morbid as it gets |
And if there’s anybody more morbid then me he’s probably dead |
YOu ask me why must I have to be so enthralled in bloody brawls |
Glory catastrophe and blasphemy |
There’s nothing I can do kid I pledge allegiance |
To rappin hardcore 12 now my rhymes are infecting regions |
All across the earth my verbal beatings are stabbing cretins |
Leaving your cerebrum bleeding stop breathing |
Your shit’s soft quit rappin start clappin |
Slugs iny our skull when you’re dead you’ll drop your best album |
I got a fetish for shit that makes you vomit |
It’s economics 1 million cats buyin my shit |
Mad evil people in the world seekin lethal |
Butcher knife rap illegal rap from a sadistic cat with D skills |
Droppin gothic put the Glock clip inside the shit and pop it |
For every cat thats locked kid |
Yo morbid shit that’s the type of rap I kick |
Like gettin your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cuttin off your dick |
Like gettin all of your jewelry vicked |
Like a Pit Bull leavin your flesh ripped morbid shit |
I outshine you by bein myself and I’m about to grind you |
Into pieces and start pleadin for help Jesus |
Lookin for death it could be found behind you |
ITs easy to help leavin ya held around your spine legions are felt |
About time you bleed for your wealth my persisting gore |
Leave you insecure for instance my raps please a whore Turning hip hop into all |
Keep your distance there’s no more prep when bullets collide into your jaw |
Then you fall right to the floor |
I display charming grace beautiful garments laced |
Just to cater exotic taste |
All a cover up for my verbal vomit in disgrace |
SAdistic verbatim demonic waste imbolical blades |
Yo morbid shit that’s the type of rap I kick |
Like gettin your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cuttin off your dick |
Like gettin all of your jewelry vicked |
Like a Pit Bull leavin your flesh ripped morbid shit |
Psycho+Logical fuckin bitces. |
Rapin your brain. |
Necro. |
Master of machal |