Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Ya Life, artist - Necro. Album song Sadist Hitz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Murder Ya Life |
Stabbing your face |
With a butcher knife that’s really long |
I’ll make you feel the song |
When I beat you down to it |
I don’t care if I appear wrong, kid I’ll do it |
I represent the death rap, get your head cracked open |
Til we stare at your brains |
I don’t care if you think I’m insane |
Cause I take respect this serious |
So if you disrespect, your an idiot |
Stick an ice pick in your neck til you bleed like a period |
Hear me kid, fear me kid |
And if you don’t, then you will, when I put fear in you, bitch |
Bring it to you violently, silently |
Walk up to you, you’ll have no idea it’s me |
Rocking a mask, popping you fast |
With a Glock with a silencer |
When you die you’ll see |
It’s Necro, the sicko, let go of my jacket you faggot |
Let death flow |
Die like a man, if you can, but you can’t, so you won’t |
Cause you are a male hoe |
Yo, I run this shit |
Put guns to your tits |
And blast milk all over your cereal |
Run your shit, your clothes, your shoes, and if you refuse |
Get your ass killed, all over material |
Brutal, sadistic |
The only way to rip shit, I’m a stay cryptic |
Til' the end of time |
The only day you’ll be doper then me with a rhyme |
Is when I quit, dip-shit |
It’ll never go down like that |
I’ll still be around from the ground |
I’ll rap as a corpse with a verse that’s striving to tell |
All demons on earth how to survive in Hell |
My death rap is attacking you |
You’re getting stabbed in the brain with a verbal knife |
You better watch your step and show some respect |
Or else I have to murder your life |
Chopping you up you fag |
Then dropping you in a garbage bag off of a bridge |
Had every ligament frozen in the fridge |
We’re keeping it fresh and it’s all for the kids |
Beat you to death |
Stomping your grill with combat boots |
You faggot, fuck it |
Murdered militantly to the best of my ability |
I’m a stay grotesque |
No rest for the wicked |
Circle of Tyrants, circulation of the virus |
So perverted, nation of violence |
I converted Pagans to commit my sins |
I’m a jux you with the pen I write with |
Get ready for the insertion, excursion through your jugular |
Poison aimed at ya blood, you were a dead virgin |
Now you got fucked |
For the first time in your life, you’re dead |
How you like it? |
Can’t come back ever again |
You better get used to it, and make the Devil your friend |
Psycho+Logical-, where its logical to be a psycho |
Astronomical with a rifle, blasting at you if your ass is comical |