Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Final Scene, artist - Necro. Album song What's Wrong?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
The Final Scene |
And so another adventure begins |
Ski slopes, skis, automatic weapons |
Downhill shootout with Bill, they out for vengeance |
Those two brothers |
The same two motherfuckers I mentioned In Swordfish |
Yeah, Isaac and Ish |
Ishmael is shit backwards and Isaac’s a bitch |
I’mma kill 'em both and still be left with five in the clip |
These people invented and injected they mind with a chip |
They shot and missed almost skiing off the side of the cliff |
You know I shot back, Isaac was hit |
A bullet ricochet off of his hip |
Hit his brother Ish in the lip |
An avalanche final finished they trip |
Afterwards I had a ski buddy sucking me off up in the lift |
Fucking me off up in the whip, dusting the dips |
See me arriving by the hollow tunnel puffing a spliff |
Put a hollow tip shell in my shit |
Mind full of evil thoughts and my enemy’s bitch |
I murdered the beast with the six-fingered hand Head of a goat, seven horns |
Seven red bloodshot eyeballs that glow |
Whatta y’all know? |
You can practically taste the brain matter |
It splatters cameras: The Final Scene |
I laugh and spit in the face of death, load 'em with lead |
Go to the sunset on a black horse, holding his head |
Destroyed an army closing in, it reminded me of that time in Brazil |
When my government assigned me with a license to kill |
Fresh out of CIA torture school |
Taught me the most effective ways |
To make prisoner of war talk to you |
From Europe to South America, bloodbaths, kidnappings |
Sounds hysterical, orgies in a mansion |
Where the Cult Leader drained warheads |
For antidotes to viruses |
Corporate alliances, we buying shit |
Finance security, first-world terrorism |
Combined it with religion |
It’s proven the best business |
Ask Osama, ask Bush, ask anybody |
Give me a Ferrari and box full of money |
A double agent with a hunger for paper |
Now run they payment with my gun in they faces |