Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Pain, artist - Necro. Album song Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
The Pain |
| Dead your central nervous system good luck on your heart rebooting |
| I’m real good at trouble shooting, when there’s trouble, I start shooting |
| Attack you cause hatred’s second nature to me |
| Give me a table before I smack you, maitre d' |
| Confrontations, knife up your ass, constipation |
| Fuck the constitution, there’s death in constellation |
| I do lots of conditioning, but not to make my head glow |
| More to condition myself, to scalp you with a stiletto |
| I can’t help but be ghetto, the first ghetto was Venice |
| Italy, jews were literally considered a menace |
| You not a live street king, you’ll need anesthetics |
| You can’t survive the beatings, medics, they’ll try to revive you like Creedence |
| In the precinct, giving my prints, got a speedy offense |
| Beat you into obedience, some of my best ingredients |
| Check the latest media since, made someone bleed on the street |
| They don’t breed 'em like this anymore, cops ask, I plead the fifth |
| Rock a mask, catch you graveyard shift, don’t behave hard |
| If you ain’t brave hearted, you’ll end up in a grave, hard stiff |
| Your wife in White Slavery Part 6, in some Albanian’s apartment |
| Soon to be sold to an Iranian who’s guarded |
| I started thuggin' as a mugger, purse snatcher |
| My first batch of loot, streets are foul like the crotch of a prostitute |
| Trial and error, trial by fire, vile pleasure |
| On the trial for murder for having a wild desire for terror |
| The style of a pallbearer, or Tom Araya for hire |
| Do this for Meyer, praising those that blaze a trail, required |
| My head’s an anvil, used to leave a man killed |
| Head butt 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, trampled in a landfill |
| I’m an insanity asylum mind on shock treatment |
| Doctors can’t reach him, both level meter needles that measure the wattage |
| peaking |
| I’m in need of sedation, ankle and wrist restraints, leaving abrasions |
| Medicated, he indeed is a patient |
| Speed of a speed racing demon, the seed of a Jason |
| Driver seat up in the v., your freak, seat is adjacent |
| Hazardous habit of grabbing the ratchet |
| Put white maggots in faggots |
| I stab until they staggering backwards |
| Peep cash, get heat rash, trying to ration my rackets |
| Fanatic for karats but this ravenous rabbit is rabid |
| Psychopath, bad path for a raft in the rapids |
| Basket Case, Norman Bates face bastard is bad shit |
| Rubber room type, rub a goon with straps on his jacket |
| Off the Creedmoor mental ward floor |
| Take a state test for the mental, get tennis board scores |
| Sandwich short of a picnic, loose nut in the district |
| Nitwits see food here?, get fed with these biscuits |
| Click click! |