Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circle of Tyrants, artist - Necro. Album song Necro: The Box Set, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: c. Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Circle of Tyrants |
I’m like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit |
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect |
My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec |
My rap are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect |
Slaughters you, I got more for you |
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue |
You’ll be begging someone to pull me off of you |
When I’m stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave |
You’ll only understand when you bleed, there’s no talking to you |
Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to? |
Im pure death in a flesh, I’ll arrange a coffin for you |
My knife packing status, got you shook |
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid I advise you not to look |
Turn your head, or you’ll turn up dead |
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said |
I’m mushing your peeps, and I’m squishing you deep |
Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace |
I. injure you with ninja crews, Contemplate what sin to do |
Negotiate with Satan, cause it’s his decision too |
Hold a sword like ghost dog, leaving blood and gross gore |
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues |
So jagged and decrepit kid, that the maggots rejected it |
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid |
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons |
While you faggot mother fuckers were created by semen |
Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red |
Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead |
Fill my clip with the leather put the biscuit to the head |
After I ripped you up to shreds I’ll take a sip of what you bled |
Don’t ever try and hawk or rip cause I don’t wanna talk |
Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk |
Open up your skull, fabrics falling to the ground |
Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound |
Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns |
Y’all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip |
It’s awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit |
We celebrate when enemy blood shakes, now render me sick |
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome |
Rap Vinnie Jones, I disattach, snatch from the bone |
And ate the last witnesses, k-ed out on medicine |
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin |
Guerrilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters |
Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter |
Circle of tyrants, rock an inverted cross iced-out |
Blood from em, two in your face, get erased, lights out |
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hip like shit bags |
You don’t want it fag? |
Be left in the bubble, covered the fam |
State bent, like breathing rubber, so be advised |
Lucifer’s rising the invocation of my demon brother |
Splattered in blood, rather my thoughts paddles in drugs |
Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs |
Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets |
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit |
Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields |
Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits |
Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage |
Tangled and gored on top, half of you’re body hanging off the door |
Spasm and splash your organs across the floor |
Its death. |
the slug hit the bullet proof vest |
I took from the policeman after I blew off his head |
We knights of Satan serving Satan’s Seders |
God is an atheist, you fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us |
Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice |
We criminally insane, escape form Bellevue |
Sniffing up cocaine don’t even try it |
It’s Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence |
Donate my brain to science, vacation in insane asylums |
Come on come all to my carnival of carnage |
Where I’ll. |
slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange |
I’m too precise not to be nice |
I know you like Christ you’ll pay twice the price |
I’ll put brains on ice |
For preparation prepare for the separation |
Of your foundation so come get your found basted |
In hot sauce I roasted like hot dogs on an open fire I’m a trig like Myer |
But don’t anile the entire picture, because I hang you like fixture so when you |
enter the mixture |
Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion |
To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in |
You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge |
The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords swords |