| Nigga, my attitude is often anger, the Boston Strangler
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| Bad decision, a vision of a coffin, I’m danger
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| Hawk or the binga, stab you with a fork in the fingers
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| Stalkin a stranger, vocal cords caught on the hanger
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| That’s funny, I dead honies, I’m Ted Bundy, the threads bummy
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| Lead dummies, make ya head runny, the Feds want me
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| I’m John Wilkes Booth on your mom duke’s stoop
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| And I shoot, cause your moms spilled soup on the Don’s silk suit
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| Got on Vietnam steel boots, the palm’s filled, duke
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| Firearm to her dook shoot, half of her arm peeled loose
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| I’m the truth, I’m Charlie Manson on Harley’s glancin at Holly’s mansions
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| Catch couples at parks be lampin in RV’s campin
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| Watchin your bitch undress down to the bra, me pantin
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| What I do when I start advancin is hardly handsome
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| I’m Ed Gein, by a red stain, there’s red rain
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| Machete swing in to ya neck vein, till your head hang
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| Desis bang, be a stretched lame when your chest drain
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| In a wet rain, I dump bodies off in the left lane
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| I’m Jack the Ripper, in fact Rap’s trappin 'em quicker
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| Rat in her slippers, decorate her back with the scissors
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| Like the bitches with Jack Tripper, flatten her figure
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| Garden tools, the axe and the clippers, I actually rip her
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| Nigga
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| Killin' fags like Jeff Dahmer that dress in Dolce & Gabbana
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| I’II eat the flesh off your mama, just like a possessed piranha
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| The Unabomber, decapitated eunuch, hack it
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| Blade under my bomber jacket
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| Bitch, I ejaculate embalming fluid
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| Depraved and perverted like David Berkowitz
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| Circa '76, lurk the city, to murk an average workin' stiff
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| When I put in savage work I get stiff
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| Leave you dead stiff for scavenger birds
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| The lead fifth will damage you quick
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| Dark room with amateur pics, daddy-o
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| Peeping your patterns to formulate my blood splatterin' patterns left on your
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| patio
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| John Lil Wayne Gacy, killing fat bitches like Macy Gray
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| Panickin' then dressin' em up like mannequins in Macy’s
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| And Lord & Taylor, I’m the Sith Lord, The Impaler
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| (Bedelia, where’s my cake, you dirty bitch!)
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| The Zodiac Killer, takin' photos on Kodak and send 'em to Kojak
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| Load up the Mac, attack a McDonalds, and whack you while you eat your Big Mac
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| You survive, you’ll carry around a shit sack
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| You shit sack, enter Burger King like Douglas and click-clack
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| Richie Cunningham Ramirez, cut you like ham on Christmas
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| Cause you’re as queer as Charlie Hunnam was on Queer As
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| Folk, but I’d rather poke
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| Ciara’s ass-hole while she does the two-step on my penis, then slit her throat
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| For the orgasm, she’ll spasm while I jizz
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| It’s a cata-clit-clysm
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| Give her an anus aneurysm when the gat is shoved in
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| Cunt Rag |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unsub , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп