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