| You stupid, cocksucker son of a bitch
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| We’ll mutilate you
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| It’s Necro at his finest
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| Don’t make me get violent, cause I like that shit
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| You fucking pussies will get deaded cause you’re spineless
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| We’ll fuckin' bring it to you, buck you
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| What the fuck you think you doin'? |
| Fuck you faggot
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| Cut you into pieces, stuff you into plastic
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| Rush you with an ambulance
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| Gamblin' with your life, stranglin'
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| You like serial killers to hookers that resemble Amber Lynn
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| Before dismemberment, remember this: kid, don’t forget
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| We rep this to the death, respect us or you’ll vex us and we’ll step
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| And when we step you’ll regret when we met
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| Cause when I set the shit off you could bet you’ll get hit off
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| With dosages of death — you know the rest
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| And if you don’t, you’ll find out quickly cause we’re kinda sickly
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| Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
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| Bitch, please, you’re bleeding a lot
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| We keep it hot with ultra-violent raps that insult ya, repulse ya
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| 'Til there’s no pulse in ya, that’s when vultures appear
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| To eat your ligaments — I got an itchy trigger for a snitch, dig
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| A ditch for a bitch big enough that the rest of their family could fit
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| You barely could hit, I could beat you fairly
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| I should keep you barely alive after I beat you
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| So you could see we’re really scary
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| You stupid, cocksucker son of a bitch
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| We’ll mutilate you
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| It’s Necro at his finest
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| Don’t make me get violent, cause I like that shit
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| You fucking pussies will get deaded cause you’re spineless
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| Senseless violence
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| Simplistic, but technical like multiple bitch-slaps
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| Across your face with the back of my hand
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| Cause you’re vulnerable kidnapped
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| Click-clack — push your shit back, bastard
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| A piece of shit packed in a casket
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| Reeking like fish cause the gat blasted
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| Redundant cause hundreds need to get murdered
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| Repeat myself; |
| there’s always someone new that never heard a
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| Word I said
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| Double barrel-shotty hidden under apparel for trouble
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| Prepared to kill like Gotti, forbidden paws like a werewolf
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| Tear you to shreds, you’re scared to be dead
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| I dare you to do what you said, I’ll put voodoo on your head
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| Doo-doo on your bed 'til fourteen, you poor thing
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| You’re not built for the streets
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| You’ll get killed, better off in ya building cleaning your sheets
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| Swing a machete at your throat, a deadly proper stroke
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| Decapitating slash
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| When you drop and croak we’ll take your cash
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| Make it fast before some coppers poke their nose
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| Into some business that ain’t theirs and we leave 'em with
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| Blood-soaked clothes
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| You stupid, cocksucker son of a bitch
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| We’ll mutilate you
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| It’s Necro at his finest
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| Don’t make me get violent, cause I like that shit
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| You fucking pussies will get deaded cause you’re spineless |