| I’m carvin' a carcass
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| I’m a starving artist
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| Like Emerson, Lake & Palmer when they recorded Tarkus
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| I’m a commando knocking you out like Fernando Vargas
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| Similar to Brando in Apocalypse
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| I’ll burn you like the eyes of cyclops when he drops his shades
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| You can’t stop the blades
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| You get crushed like you’re in the back of a garbage truck
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| Now you just cartilage
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| Mushed like the Battle of Carthage
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| My archers bring carnage upon my arch enemies
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| Sacrifice like a Partridge
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| Calico cartridges are a God’s gift during beef
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| With 15 cats where 16 caps wouldn’t do it
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| I need at least 150 rounds to lay them all down
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| Dead forever
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| Exposing their red fluid
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| Boxes of bullets for coppers and oxes
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| Obnoxious
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| Rockin' a wool rich Arctic jacket
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| With a doo rag over my optics
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| Ratchet
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| Glock cocked ready for action
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| Like Seagal
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| Force you to pop locks 'til you fracture you bones
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| I manufacture the dopest narcotics to hit since crack hit the streets
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| In capsules a few years after Blondie’s Rapture
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| The flow is South of Heaven
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| Satanic underground
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| Death metal rap
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| Progressive verbal shredding
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| South of Heaven
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| Street shit
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| You know the steelo
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| I’ll be stabbing you in the jugular vein of your neck
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| like Joe Pesci in the beginning of Casino
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| I got a bad blood fetish
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| Split open your lettuce
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| And bust through your whole crew like Jerome Bettis
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| The police dread us We’re sick and elusive
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| Who put massacres on the channel with news clip
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| Don’t you slip
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| The tyrants are waiting for your downfall to shove many blades in Straight up degrading
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| Spittin' the hardest
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| Shit you ever heard turned you into a carcass
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| Marxmen, hand-gun's licking at random
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| Empty out a clip then dip like a phantom
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| The circle of serpents villains you worship
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| We’re hexing the Earth with curses and verses
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| Ain’t no stopping the doctrine of death
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| I’m shocking like rocking an ox in your neck
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| On the prowl stalkin'
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| Patiently hawkin'
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| Sittin' on your couch waitin' for you to walk in Ambush, attack with an axe in your back
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| Drippin red like a strawberry daiquiri, black
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| I’ll carve my name in a slain victim
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| Sluts I abduct
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| get fucked, and drip cum
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| Change up the flow
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| Kill every hoe slow
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| I hang around death like Brandon Lee’s Crow
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| The tyrants taint your headsets with death
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| Bleed cd’s and rape your tape decks
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| Industrial sludge
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| Thuggin' for goons
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| Buggin' out my jail bitches
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| Stash and blastin shrooms
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| Acid too
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| Dipped up Juice from caskets
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| Then I rock the venison mask catch 2 in your basket
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| Reign in blood
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| The reason we take drugs
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| The reason we rape nuns
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| The demons stay caked up We laced up Young pig tails clipped for purchase
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| Call 'em??? |
| now he’s setting fire to churches
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| Earthless
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| Stay up in the telly with nurses
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| My verse will reconstruct the face tissue on virgins
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| You know you heard of us Hit the cranium
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| I’m just a quiet kid
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| Bricks of Uranium
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| I see the haters in faggot knapsacks
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| Keep it real
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| 85, exodus back patch
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| Glenwood reps it Howie with crack packs
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| All eyes on me Turned fitteds to flapjacks
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| Marinate, let the crack settle with rebels
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| Sit and get behind the money
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| This is black metal
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| The young wizard behind the wall of sleep
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| Whatever my dreams
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| My minds playin' tricks on me Oh man, homie
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| These chicks wanna piss on me Stuffin pills in my mouth
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| Tie me up and kiss the beast
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| Suicide girls throwin tit to me It’s it for me Ain’t no mystery
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| It’s misery
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| Hit the symphony |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South of Heaven, artist - Necro. Album song The Pre-Kill Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп