Lyrics Pop Ya Head Off - Necro

Pop Ya Head Off

We tote the arms
Clip you like Jimmy Darmody or Pote
Kid, fuck your coat of arms
I’ll rip your arms from your coat
Strip your moms and cum in her throat
Flip the clip in the lams
Pop you, dip in the Hummer, then bolt
Catchin a hummer from a ratchet chick
Put the ratchet to her grill and make her suck a fat dick
Bitch if I catch anything I’m a catch a body quick
Find your clit in a box, ripped with the ox, shotty to your tits
Treat your mouth like a potty
There’s a party inside your mouth bitch, everyone’s comin
Your a hooker like Kimberly Drummond
A bimbo summoned to lick the front of my Timbos, yummy
Fucken dummy stupid ass bitch
Cupid might as well of pooped you out his asshole
Recoup the cash quick
Clap your face with clips
Pimp Gator mack to Caucasian chicks like a Blaxploitation flick
Attack like the crack, invasion back in 86' when shady cliques
Walked the streets raping chicks
Buck the lead at your residence
Treat my long nosed gat like a dildo
Make you suck it like Dead Presidents
Your a peon like Cleon
I’m a king like Leon
I go to war with anyone I get my D on
You on some faggot shit, rockin neon
I’m down to pee on, Beyonce and Rihanna, if she’s down
Cold like Freon bold enough to G on
Fuck a repercussion cause all i know is right now, we on
Anybody want beef I’ll turn in to the grim reaper bustin' you
More punching faces than partaking in discussions
You don’t know me you might be wondering if he bluffin'
See me in the streets, step, become the victim of a snuffin'
I take my rep serious like satellite
You just came home from a long bid
People respect the kid, but don’t sleep
Always someone looking to pop ya fuckin head off
The second you think shit’s sweet in ya sleep
Your six feet deep cause someone just popped ya fuckin head off
I might be a nice guy that smiles, every once in a while
But that don’t mean I won’t pop ya fuckin head off
Everybody no wiseguys
We like to joke but if provoked
We won’t hesitate to pop ya fuckin head off
Pop pop pop ya fuckin head off
Pop pop pop ya fuckin head off
Pop pop pop the fuckin lead off
Kid, drop the body off the fisherman’s wharf
Then jet off
Classic like Ofra Haza bumpin in to Gaza
Blast Uzi clips at you in King’s Plaza
Cause you’s a khaza like Joey Zasa
Turn your Maserati in to a Mazda with a shotty
Eating pasta with Gotti
In heaven while Pavarotti sings
For all the gangsters at the dinner table with bling
Kane cables, rob a brother like Cain and Abel
Cocaine fables, designer name labels, I’m Clark Gable
Pop a hole in your navel like a bagel
Who want beef?
Put the steak on the grill
Vampire dealers catch a stake in their chest plate
If they squeal