| Fucking bastards
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| I hate all of you
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| That’s right
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| Motherfuckers
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| Digest this shit
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| Fucking sluts
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| Check it check it —
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| Yo, the world’s a coffin often I stay high off endorphins
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| Coughing up morphine cause pain is awesome we live off it
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| My angushing and aggression simmers in the juices of anxious depression
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| Shank your intestines, you’re too you serious like Syrians
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| You barely sin, come on, enjoy yourself like a Near Death Experience
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| I dare you to tear your skin, get your chips clapped
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| By the pioneer in the field of Death Rap
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| Dress suitable, you — are invited to a funeral
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| Bash the mic in your head, cause your raps stinks like ya dead
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| Like a crackhead in a Rikers bed, you think I’m nice
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| You telling me how I am, my man
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| I’ll take advantage of every human I can
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I do it
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| Beat you in the skull til you drippin' red fluid
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I’ll have it
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| If not I’ll stab stab it, stab stab stab it
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I do it
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| Beat you in the skull til you drippin' red fluid
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I’ll kick it
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| If not leave me inflicted with a sickness
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| In BK, you can catch a knife cut or buy dust or fuck a nice slut
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| For five bucks, I roll with tight fucks that think life sucks
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| I’ll never get hit by an attack by foes
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| Cause gettin me’s like tryin to catch a roach
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| Now learn from the best, before I burn the sess
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| Light you up in fire first, puff a fattie of your burning flesh
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| From nervous stress I’ll split your brain, while you cry out «I'm Hurt»
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| And I reply «It's a shame», I’m bitter to the vein
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| Vile, like a bag lady up in a group home
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| Pussy looser than skin hanging from a chicken soup bone
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| Circulating from ghetto to ghetto like
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| Blood from organ to organ, from sicko to skitzo
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| Listen to the Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I do it
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| Beat you in the skull til you drippin' red fluid
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I’ll have it
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| If not I’ll stab stab it, stab stab stab it
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I do it
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| Beat you in the skull til you drippin' red fluid
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| Rugged Shit, that’s the only way I’ll kick it
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| If not, leave me inflicted with a sickness
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| Bitch. |
| yeah. |
| Necro. |
| 1999
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| The year back with triple sixes
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| The year is sadistic
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| Let the beat stomp your skull
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| Let the beat stomp your skull
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| Let the beat stomp your SKULL |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rugged Shit , by - Necro. Song from the album Necro: The Box Set, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп