Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's This World Coming To?, 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
What's This World Coming To? |
What’s this world coming to? |
Aiming at you |
What’s this world coming to? |
Bucking at you |
What’s this world coming to? |
Nah, I don’t like you |
What’s this world coming to? |
Fuck you! |
You caught a hole in your head because you stole bread |
Fuck a reverend, you ain’t going to heaven |
Kid, your soul’s dead |
I put a MAC-11 to your brethren |
Fuck what you said |
Bucking the lead, eruption of red |
Clapped in your bedroom |
You’re artificial like Max Headroom |
You’ll end up with scar tissue over a superficial issue |
None will miss you |
Your existence was seen sacrificial |
You life is not beneficial to anyone |
You were just seen as a bitch, duke |
Attacked that night by a gay parasite |
Kill a transvestite hermaphrodite |
Another day in paradise |
My appetite for destruction makes me buck guns at your functions |
And fuck nuns, please, no interruptions |
Some herb dead at a wreck site for running a red light |
Body cooked to the death like an egg white |
In the flames your brain and flesh burn |
Like I’m looking through an infrared light |
Insult the cops and catch multiple shots |
Buck at the cops in returning |
The government gives you voltage and watts |
When will stop? |
2 shots in your noodle |
The heat spray is brutal |
One in your cheek and slug in your Beats By Dre |
8 in the torso and abdomen, some Kurdish shit |
Murderous shit |
In-courteous, disperse shots in your vertebrae quick |
Three hit your left hand, another hit your armpit |
We tryna make sure you end up in a dark pit, a tar pit |
Something similar to a mob hit |
What you spit is garbage |
You saturate the market, for that you should end up |
With decapitated carcass |
Sever you like garnish |
Retire you are Kevin Barnett with your bonnet scarlet |
No running, we walk away impressed |
Amused with our gunning |
While your family refuse to talk to the press |
Buck, buck, buck the gat at your fucking team |
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, everybody scream |