Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Fu**in’ Head Split, artist - Necro. Album song The Pre-Kill Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Your Fu**in’ Head Split |
Yo, yeah, uh |
Yo this the shit right here |
Yeah this make me wanna kill somebody |
Turn this shit up, real fucking loud |
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas |
The fanciest cancerous, talkin' lyricist, pack a shank on the hips |
You’re a skanky bitch, slit ya wrist, clitoris |
If you’re inhibited I’ll piss in ya syphilis, incubus |
Mr. Death, Dr. Demise, Surgeon Slice |
You’ll die really slow if you don’t appreciate life |
You’re wack if you don’t appreciate knives |
The way a knife slices precise, it’s trife, it’s a demonic device |
The chronic you light, inhale, for those in jail |
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails |
My brains charred like burnt flesh, you’re scarred |
Ripping ya breast apart, digest ya heart |
Die! |
Kid you know you can’t fuck with this |
Don’t you know that my shit’s too sick |
Kid you know you can’t fuck with this |
You might get ya whole fuckin head split |
Terrorize ya whole clique, make you suck on ya own tits |
Then spit the cancer out, grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot |
Blow ya brains on the seats, varicose veins on the streets |
Cocaine dust and weed |
Kill you slowly, it’s a must you bleed |
Pop a vein in ya skull from the stress, feelin' numb in ya chest |
Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety |
An ax, a mac, a blackjack, a back crack |
Right upside ya fuckin head for talking shit about this kid |
You bled, sadistic and red |
My biscuit pumps lead, cock it, obnoxious |
Get chopped up in boxes, I’m toxic, my topics are gothic |
Morbidity, you can’t get rid of me |
The reason there’s humidity is shit to me |
So kill ya’self and write a note |
Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat, ya windpipe is choked |
New York is filled with transvestites in coats |
Helpless wenches controlled and sacrificing goats |
It’s death, 42nd street derelicts |
Reppin' it, sellin' shit, malevolent |
Mad felons kid, I got three in the fam |
Me and my man will beat you with hands, leave you beneath the sand |
You sinkin', quickly, I’m thinking, I’m sickly |
I need medication, the cadavers are getting stinky |
Kid you know you can’t fuck with this |
Don’t you know my shit’s too sick |
Kid you know you can’t fuck with this |
Might get ya whole fuckin head split |
Split split |
Fuckin head split fuckin head split (bitch) fuckin head split |