Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Master of Ruckus, artist - Necro.
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Master of Ruckus |
Looking through your window like a creep |
The grim reaper run up on you |
While your in deep sleep and leave you six feet deep |
Study sleep patterns |
So I could leave your bloody splattering |
In a psychedelic pattern when I’m battering your bladder in |
Gat up to your abdomen |
Shut ya off, ring |
That’s collateral on any mile |
Bada bing |
Cops are vigilant to stop this belligerent |
Imminent danger your left to arrange a candlelight vigil |
Guidance from the trife Highlander with knives |
I get violent when I experience the silence of the night |
Got nothing but scary eyes at whores with hairy thighs |
You ain’t worth my murder let you live you’re barely alive |
Insane down to execute a nuns twat |
I love when it rains it mutes the sound of gun shots |
Quick and decisive in the shadows I’m nice wit it |
When it comes to this craft I could give you advice on it |
Bitch shut the fuck up b’fore I kill you |
Since a kid I been dreaming to kill an invalid |
Catch em while he’s sleeping |
And stomp on his head with Timberlands |
Smack you with the gat like a racket in Wimbledon |
Cause your an imp nimble simpleton Rumpelstiltskin |
Hold the chamber exploder load in a cunt like Wilt Chamberlain |
Kill the neighbors too if I got enough favoritism |
Thought you was nice in position you drew your gun |
I shot you in the mouth ammunition right through your tongue |
Caught you like a psychotic anaconda |
You’re choking on the bullet |
Like a dude token on hydroponic marijuana |
You got degraded like a penetrated gerbil |
Trying a beg for your life, though you can’t articulate the verbals |
This man’s absurd, unwelcome visitation no dissertation |
Your solicitation of mercy, can’t be heard |
This is not a dream, I’ll warn you not to scream |
I’m not lying in my Dungarees, I’m about to cream |
Bitch shut the fuck up b’fore i kill you |