Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Medicine, artist - Necro. Album song Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Black Medicine |
Jab 'em |
Kill 'em |
Stab 'em |
Someone fronts, I’m quick to check 'em |
Like I’m crackin bricks when I’m wreckin |
Flurries of punches, six per second, kicks like Beckham |
I’m a gifted individual, you riff and I’ll split your skull |
Like it’s nothing, I’m indifferent like a pitbull to beef and brawls |
Ain’t difficult to lift you off your pivotal position |
Leave you stiff in a hole, then spark the piff in a bowl |
Use a Bowie knife to kill fags like David Bowie |
Enslavin Zo Kravitz and make her blow me in a lavatory |
Heaven or the devil, sever you with a shovel lever |
Stop you from doin anything you ever endeavor again forever |
Pull no punches, my punches’ll pull you to the ground |
Like a full set of lunges |
Get the guns and plunge bullets into your crown |
Like one of the founders of Grunge |
He ate a shotgun round and was found hunched, out to lunch |
Never trust it, the American legal system sucks |
I’ll find justice when my Desert Eagle biscuit bucks |
Fellas are sloppy, Mack G Rap, the black El Mariachi |
The black (?) hot bitch, bad foxy |
The tat Bella Mafi', Mac shells in the lobby |
Drug dealer shootouts, dime divas screwed out |
My nine squeezers move out, the hairpin trigger type |
Rich goons light up a dark room with icicle light |
Both wrists lit up like Lite-Brite, rollin triple dice |
Palms with callused skin |
One in the head for this Wonder Bread |
From Wonderland, same place that Alice in |
Style of the wildest men, loaded gats make 'em Kojaks |
Silly Mac millie, Telly Savalas-in men |
Fingernail file in your brim, we let the malice begin |
We holdin trial in the trenches, Cannonball calibers spin |
Necro, you follow?, KGR, the skets blow the hollows |
All the pretty women can blow and swallow |
Far from your role model, crooks roll with the same role as Rollo |
Plaid apparel, double barrels to follow |
Hey, the 45 Colt chew 'em like horse hay |
Saw a play, the way I sent Bullets Over his Broad’s way |
Bag of plastic, I pull it over your dork face |
We pop slugs in your cranium |
G Rap, Necro, Godfathers shit |
Grill 'em |
Jab 'em |
Kill 'em |
Stab 'em |