| Start a pit!
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| Start a pit!
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| I’m a dragon spitting out magma
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| Pop bangers, leave you like chopped angus
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| Hold an axe like Genghis Gun, I’m like a young Genghis Khan
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| Like a gang of ex-cons that hang up murder rates
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| Murder’s great, snapping, clapping you up
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| Chew up flesh like werewolves yapping
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| Victims, who’s up to bat? |
| Smack em with a bat
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| Hack em into pieces, Jesus, Christ motherfuckers are pussy
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| Petrified, mortified, testified you all die
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| I’m the sort of guy that stays fortified
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| With a vest and a .45 wounds cauterized
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| Goons on the rise rebellion, one million felons yelling, «Necro, tell em!»
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| To hell with them, fuck politics
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| Buck at the cops, they can suck the cock
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| Start a pit! |
| Do it! |
| Now! |
| Yeah!
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| Here’s a shank and a snuff, stop acting tough
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| I don’t like you, you’re not gangster enough
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| I’m at peace with reality, I got a blood feast mentality
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| You’re into bestiality, you fuck dogs and you suck logs
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| You’re into buttplugs, you don’t need drugs
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| So nice I’ll buck you up with a flare gun
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| Fuck you up in a fair one, stomp you with Air Ones
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| You get carried away, you literally get carried away on a stretcher pitifully
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| My bad your honour, I know I fucked up
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| But killing a cop is a badge of honour
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| You’re a queer in tights, dying like a deer in headlights
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| Strict with the nine like dead mice
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| Finally put your brain to sleep painfully
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| Kill you and laugh at you simultaneously
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| Vintage, you’re cutting edge in one package
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| Gun-clappers backwards like a sexually active attractive nun with a strap-on
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| Crucifix dildo haunting the chapel
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| People you don’t want to street brawl or you’ll bleed
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| All over the place like I hit your nose with a speed ball
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| Like a psycho in jail with the brain of Michael Dell
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| Hit your brain with a rifle shell
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| Shit like an ex-lax pill, crack your skull
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| I’ll flip out like Axl Rose on Paxil
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| Don’t need Source or XXL to excel my career, it’s no career loss
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| Ride like a bicycle, smacked you up in high school
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| Like an icicle I’m ice cold
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| Foursomes in Toronto, orgies in Montreal, pervert, aren’t we all?
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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pit, artist - Necro. Album song DIE!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп