Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Love & Terror Cult, artist - Necro. Album song The Notorious Goriest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
The Love & Terror Cult |
The most brutal, subdue you with Judo chokes for jokes |
You don’t know me, I’ll poke you with knives |
You’ll fall like a broken bike spoke |
The first time I spoke on the mic, I murdered it |
I’m iller than Michael Knight riding with KITT, while you’re bird shit |
I urge you to step the fuck back or get your shit clapped |
We on some Purge shit bump in to you like that verve kid |
You got some nerve, kid, I’m a fuckin' legend you’re viral wack |
Linda Blair you when I crack your neck like a chiroprac' |
Send you to the ER, discharge you then invite you back |
'Cause I’m stupid like that (let's do it again) |
Disgracing Jesus, rip your face to pieces |
Place my penis in between your bitch’s anus like an intravenous |
Catching bj’s from ratchet porno actresses |
Twerkin' their backside on bedbug mattresses, my raps are lit |
You caught a head-slug |
For dissin' the freshest rapper to walk the Earth |
Now get clapped and wrapped up in a red rug |
Kill, do it in the name of love |
Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me |
Kill, anyone, do it in the name of love |
Kill |
Let’s be serious |
You’re a pussy, must be delirious |
Watching Eddie Murphy too much, now you got your period |
When Murphy’s Law strikes |
You get hit, with left and rights, then you snitch |
Talking about your human rights, now you’re too puny to fight |
Liquid courage, he did that, you said that |
Identified me, you defied the law of being a G (blasphemy) |
Too many fake cats trying to live the thug life |
But can’t handle the consequences of blood drenching |
And drama with henchmen that clench guns |
Now you got locked and you clinch buns |
You’ll be sucking cock |
You’re somebody’s bitch now, snitch now |
You should jump into a ditch now |
Suicide, click clack, baow! |
Good riddance to the fraudulent, you’re built like porcelain |
Become a junkie, take that needle, force it in officer’s friend (pigs) |
Homie to the cops, swallowing police bologna |
Yeah, you think you keep it real, kid, you keep it real phony |
Fuck you |