| I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
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| Maybe someone is digging underground
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| Or have they…
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| Yo man Mother Fuckers are clowns man; | 
| Hip-hop's too nice
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| It’s too pretty
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| What are you gonna do to it Necro?
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| Take a razor, and slice it!
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| Yo peep this shit like this
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| Kill the head kill the body and knows who i’ma ruin
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| When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
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| I’m rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you’re receiving
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| Brain washing has officially begun
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| Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like reruns
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| It’s raining, as God pisses on earth
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| I drop bile like a vagina dismisses on birth
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| Devour my shower that’s golden
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| I’m puffing the sacks golden
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| Smolden the flesh that holding the fresh cancer infested colon
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| How can I make my point to you fools?
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| I’ll drop a dead A&R off a roof and on his chest it says Necro rules
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| I’m a blow the constitution
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| My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh
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| My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution
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| Your eyes are blinded once the acid hits
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| You’ll be blinded like Rosie O’Donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and
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| flashed her tits
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| Life is shady G In 1976 my parents created me
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| I’ve been flipping since 1983
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| I always took pain as a game
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| When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror to see my brain
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| Wonder why I’m like an icicle?
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| At 5 I was hit by a car riding my tricycle
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| A hit and run son
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| Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches
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| Making me vicious
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| Peeping cretons with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
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| Running through glen in PJ’s as a young buck
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| I didn’t dance that fresh I burnt ants to death.
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| Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I’m killing you
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| You’re unhealthy your a felon PO checks your Bladder
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| You’re an addict; | 
| if you beat me I’ll deliver you dead on a platter
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| The customer’s always right but this time the customers left
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| On a stretcher gasping for breath
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| Cipher flows like rolly polly
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| Kill yourself slowly plus you’re already dead if you’re homely
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| So bitch, there’s a little red dot on your skull so pray
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| Most of New York’s population is filled with metal patients
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| Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients
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| Got them raping by the pile
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| Watch out for goons of bile infested with smiles and dreams of molesting
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| your child
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| You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit is thick
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| You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
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| You need to puff a bag of dro’s when listening to brutal shit like this
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| You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty bitch
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| Make sure your girl’s syphilis is clean before I slide my tongue up And I, don’t you dare ruin my dinner
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| My ventriloquism hits you like ism
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| Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed blades butcher with sadism
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| I rip your gat when I twist my wrists
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| 1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fist’s
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| Rammed up your wife’s ass gets murdered type fast
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| Blast scum up your BC masks
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| And dirty flash pipes flash
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| Pulling and coming in side like sluts like Kimberly Drumming
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| You know the steez, I slay my prey
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| Day by Day
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| Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit
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| Rocking Tim’s on razor on the tip
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| Today’s the day to flip on a decapitation tip
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| I’m fascinated with
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| Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not
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| Some one to have patients with
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| I’m better off
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| Letting off
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| Two clips at you face set it off
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| To decide is better off
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| Dead it off
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| Inject 'till you feel correct
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| Feel the effects of my hex
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| Force you to have sex with techs
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| Chopped at funeral next
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| Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper
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| I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy is cheaper
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| The violence hits you like a spliff spreading some holy pop
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| Penetrate your skull like an obituary slowly we ride
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| You’ll soon be fractions and numerators
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| Of a denominator when I play dominator
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| When you’re dead with brains and bomb grenades
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| Keeping Vietnam through Vader
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| Futuristic butcher CD bomb cremator
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| Your spine cracks in 3 D like Imax | 
| You won’t be superman no more feel the pain climax
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| No Anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
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| Fine pack mixed with foible boatel liquid
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| And a razor blade dime sack
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| Nothing numbs like your future thumbs
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| I threw you in a wheel chair your a plumb
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| A pebble, a worm, a snail
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| I’ll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorosime when you inhale
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| Uhhhhh Uhhhhhh Uhhhhhh
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| Another blunt filled with dust
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| And another blunt filled
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| And another blunt filled
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| And another blunt filled with dust
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| Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin
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| That’s the second time a nigger tried to kill me I’m starting to feel
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| important
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| For some cats smile
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| Ain’t their style
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| But there’s something so evil
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| About seeing a murderous smile with vile
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| Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a laxative
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| It will eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
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| I mean line to main-tain I’m fighting the biggest fight in my life
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| You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
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| You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
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| You need to puff a bag of drones when listening to brutal shit like this
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| You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a nasty bitch
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| You fucking dirt bags
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| Repeat till fade
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| I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
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| Maybe someone is digging underground |