Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Portrait of a Death Rapper, artist - Necro. Album song Death Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Portrait of a Death Rapper |
Let’s get it percolatin' like the church of Satan |
Or Berkowitz waiting to shred you like Kirk on Damage Incorporated |
Leave you bandaged like the character |
Pushead created, sedated like a dusthead, it’s Necro, i hustled and made it |
Slice your face like the Nike swoosh, spittin' violent haikus |
Like the Yakuza bruising you through Wushu like Bruce |
My sharp box cutters make you look like Carcass covers |
I’m an emperor like Marcus Aurelius, barking orders |
Like Joe Clark holding a Louisville Slugger, watching you in the dark, |
like narcs undercover, parked |
I’m the darkest discovered, creating art grotesque like Quark Express |
We’re motherfuckers that fuck mothers |
Leave my cock stuffed in her crotch good |
Rob you like Foxwoods, buck you like 2Pac would |
In the cut like peroxide, or vodka applied on the eyes of a boxer bludgeoned |
You’re a dead faggot like Rock Hudson, the portrait |
(Hook x2) |
His portrait hanging, face betraying, wicked gleaming, eyes of Satan |
(Necro — verse 2) |
You turn from pretty, to pretty gross, to shitty smelling when decomposed |
Hold ya nose from comatose to a ghost |
Like Glenn Close, if you look like her don’t come close |
No one comes closer to being a corpse than Anna Nicole |
The nature of death sneaks up on you like ATF |
Take a breath, might be the last one left |
If i hate you, i’ll fling you off a skyscraper |
Scraped off the pavement, disintegrate ya like the laser in a light saber |
You’ll hit the street like a movie dummy, you dummy |
Now you’re a non-moving mummy, with a removable tummy |
Snuff you like Chavez, like volcano lava, burnin' ya vena cava, you cadaver |
Gore like Mario Bava |
Chained and gagged, maimed and dragged |
Cops zipping up the remains in a bag, the brains of a fag |
Your whole physical entangled in chunks of metal like a wire, my lyrics will |
mangle your Kangol |