| Shout out to all you dirt bags, NYU dirt bags
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| That’s right scum suckers — guess who’s in the house?
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| I came here to lace you, you pigs, you get laced
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| All you pigs
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| You’ve got a lot of pent up anger
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| I mean every week, every time you come back
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| It’s just, worse and worse (lots of anger)
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| First time you came you were a little, actually no
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| (Aight, just let him do his thing)
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| Lots of anger
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| Yo, check it, you know I rap over my own beats, yknahmsayin?
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| Check out, check out the website, check it all out
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| Yknahmsayin? |
| Buy, buy stuff. |
| we gon' do it like this
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| Check it, yo, yo
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| Your annihilation is set for sure, no fighting
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| You’ll be deaded beheaded for biting
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| That’s a violation of Necro law
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| Don’t look at me leary, I really take that severely
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| You really think you won’t end up like Jeff Healy, barely
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| Able to see me when you’re near me, jux for dirty looks
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| Me being shook of a wanna be crook? |
| Spare me
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| I got some serious faults, enslaving women in mysterious vaults
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| Craving sadistic assault, bathing your slit wrist in salt
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| Shove an ice pick in your balls
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| You’ll seizure like a fiend going through sickness withdrawal
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| You diss, you realize you made a mistake
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| I’m like a razor blade in a cake
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| Like being sprayed with Raid in the face
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| While this beat is being played til you bleed with an earache
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| You’re afraid, walking through the gay parade is your fate
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| You won’t regret pumping a whole cassette -- of morbid death
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| Before you step, kid don’t forget Necro’s a soldier vet
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| It’s difficult, not to leave you a stiff uh! |
| Check it
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| You all rot… Check it
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| It’s difficult not to leave you a stiff adult
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| If you riff with insults blood’ll be dripping with flows
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| Once my instant impulse and my instinct, pumps me to flip out
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| I rip out your eyes when I’m under Mephisto’s controls
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| I just might rip open holes, as hemoglobin flows outta ya clothes
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| You’ll be choking while you’re smoking bowls
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| I spar to win, while your bitchin about the position God put you in
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| I’m focusing on butchering… Check it
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| We warming up right now scum suckers
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| Black Helicopters, go lace it Necro!
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| Mr. Hyde here reppin it for him
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| It’s all over, Necro’s in the grills of all of you
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| Check it, check it
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| We gon' do it like this, yo… for two-thousand (DROP IT!)
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| The best thing you could do is shut your mouth
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| Or I’ll have you digestin putrid glue
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| Your intestines pukin investing in your future’s through
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| Shape up as soon as possible, you could get sent to a hospital
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| With a dent in you, I’m demented and philosophical
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| Every killer’s Glock is full -- cause life is filled with obstacles
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| It’s optimal, to pop your skull
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| You don’t wanna see Necro’s spine bludgeoned or dismembered
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| And shut up and help me find something kid, I’ve lost my temper
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| Necro’s the savior that will deprave ya, mentally enslave ya
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| Control your behavior like Xavier
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| Don’t get into a disagreement with a sadistic demon
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| That’ll rip your clitoris like a drinkin piss European
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| Force you to swallow a bottle of, Listerine
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| And it’s probably only a misdemeanor to chop you and split your spleen
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| I’m usually unhappy, I usually have people angry at me
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| Flipping like an evil gang of Iraqi’s
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| But Imma kill you like I’m gangbanging with khaki’s
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| Cuz you’re like Pataki to cats slanging the crack
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| To stack G’s, you try to out burst, and I respond quick
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| And knock you out first, cuz I’m beyond sick like a convict
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| Death Rap, you get your head cracked, can’t mess with that
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| Switch the beat up, switch the beat up again
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| Necro shirts coming at you
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| You better rock 'em or else you’ll be rocking blood!
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| We droppin different verse, we droppin different verses
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| On different Necro productions, you scum suckers
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| You get torn apart!
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| Yo, you’d better change your habits
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| Before someone blows the brains out your cabbage
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| Cover you frame before a stranger arranges to stab it
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| Your life’ll contain dangerous havoc, when a deranged savage
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| Playing games sends you a plain package of maggots
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| And I hope you’re the next that’s killed
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| How can I show you kindness when you’re spineless
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| I only respect the ill
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| I think negatively, I’m a regular mega sickly |
| Psycho strictly, giggly when you’re begging to live G
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| I’ll leave you like the legs of a cripple be
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| Dead your little seed force you to watch a pregnant bitch bleed
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| If you practice swinging axes, the fact is
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| You’ll almost subtract a chance of getting jacked by these crackheads
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| Cats that wanna see you with cracked ribs
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| Captive in a basement with your face taped, watch your back kid
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| Playa haters are actors, that actually act attractive in your grill
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| But deep down, they’re naturally plastic
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| Playa haters DIE! |
| You rot slow
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| You come to the in-store you scum bag (the 15th) and show support (the 15th)
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| Buy t-shirts, buy t-shirts (May 15th)
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| Right now, I’m just droppin little verses on you cats (it's all over)
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| Give you a little flavor cause it’s all for free
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| I should be selling this right now
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| But straight up y’all get free stuff
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| Independent (cause we love underground heads)
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| When you buy Necro stuff, Necro gets 10 dollars from it
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| You buy major label stuff they get a dollar! |
| (That's right)
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| And the rest goes to some cat you don’t know
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| (Buy bubblegum with that)
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| So support, check it, we drop a porn verse for Riz
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| Check it we do it like this…
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| Porn porn, yo, yo
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| My breast filled orgies, iller than Porky’s
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| Women can’t keep they hands off me
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| I murder vaginas, I kill 'em softly
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| There’s nothing more beautiful than your skin nude
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| But I can’t count how many times you’ve been screwed
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| And if you’re listening and you’re a thin prude
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| Soon enough you’ll get you skin Ginsu-ed by a dude
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| Cause young cats will put some Rohypnol in your food
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| And penetrate you rectum with their members they’ll intrude
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| Something you’ll never forget
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| You said you’ve never swallowed ever before
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| Now endeavor you’ll forever give better head
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| Put on your leather corset, give you a medical check
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| Your vagina stinks, freshen it up, get it correct
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| You could get, deaded in a sec
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| Punched in your face, beaten to death
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| Some men like that better than sex
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| My dialect’s colder than weather in Quebec
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| Cuz honey you’re so disgusting you couldn’t get it erect
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| Ww dot, Necrohiphop, buy stuff or get your whole brain damn chopped
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| Ww dot, Necrohiphop dot com
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| Buy stuff or get your whole damn skull chopped |