The Most Sadistic Lyrics
| Song | The Most Sadistic |
| Artist | Necro |
| Album | Instrumentals (Vol. 1) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bill, Necro | |
| Necro speaking：{yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, | |
| For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it} | |
| [necro] | |
| Yo, i'm dancin on your grave like borishnikov, | |
| I'll rip you off, | |
| Leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse, | |
| Then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft | |
| 'til the flesh is pealin' off, | |
| I'm a devil consealed in cloth, | |
| Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork, | |
| You got a hole in your stomach, | |
| Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, | |
| Lots of blood loss, red cross, | |
| Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off, | |
| Brutal, sadistic, the only way, | |
| I'll be remembered, after i'm dismemebered, | |
| And my bones decay, a rap legend, | |
| To the aggressionary session, | |
| My invention of tention and powerful progression, | |
| It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines, | |
| Hit your mind like with someones strict-nine, | |
| For all the shell, clips and glocks, | |
| You step to me with a weapon, | |
| You'll be reppin' your clique in a box | |
| Chorus: | |
| The most sadistic, you think not? | |
| You might get shot, put 'em in a box | |
| We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin' | |
| Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' | |
| If you ever diss me i'ma bring it to you | |
| Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too | |
| Now say violence (violence), death (death) | |
| Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh | |
| [ill bill] | |
| I'll kill, you could be my latest victim, | |
| I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it, | |
| Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it, | |
| You fuckin' maggot, | |
| You probably fucked one hundred faggots, | |
| Your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass whipped, | |
| Come around here actin hardcore, | |
| You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt, | |
| Pull up your pink skirt, | |
| Your pink panties'll get your whig damaged, | |
| Go eat a dick sandwhich, | |
| I can't stand this motherfucker, | |
| Make this bitch vanish from the planet, | |
| I'll hit you like a ton of granite | |
| Get your blood splattered, | |
| Face bashed in, you can't win, | |
| I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks, | |
| While watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits | |
| When i be suckin' on you mom's tits, | |
| She my bitch, she on my dick, | |
| Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib, | |
| Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? | |
| Smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes | |
| Doper than special k explodin' in the fiend's nose | |
| Chorus 1x | |
| (fades out with gatling gun sounds) |
| zuo qu : Bill, Necro | |
| Necro speaking: yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, | |
| For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it | |
| necro | |
| Yo, i' m dancin on your grave like borishnikov, | |
| I' ll rip you off, | |
| Leave you in the desert ' til the voltures strip your corpse, | |
| Then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft | |
| ' til the flesh is pealin' off, | |
| I' m a devil consealed in cloth, | |
| Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork, | |
| You got a hole in your stomach, | |
| Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, | |
| Lots of blood loss, red cross, | |
| Couldn' t help your dead boss cut his head off, | |
| Brutal, sadistic, the only way, | |
| I' ll be remembered, after i' m dismemebered, | |
| And my bones decay, a rap legend, | |
| To the aggressionary session, | |
| My invention of tention and powerful progression, | |
| It' s time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines, | |
| Hit your mind like with someones strictnine, | |
| For all the shell, clips and glocks, | |
| You step to me with a weapon, | |
| You' ll be reppin' your clique in a box | |
| Chorus: | |
| The most sadistic, you think not? | |
| You might get shot, put ' em in a box | |
| We ain' t playin, we ain' t rhymin' for nothin' | |
| Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' | |
| If you ever diss me i' ma bring it to you | |
| Got a crew of psychopaths that' ll stab you up too | |
| Now say violence violence, death death | |
| Yo there ain' t nothin left to say, this shit' s fresh | |
| ill bill | |
| I' ll kill, you could be my latest victim, | |
| I' ll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it, | |
| Piss on your bitch' s tits and make you lick it, | |
| You fuckin' maggot, | |
| You probably fucked one hundred faggots, | |
| Your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass whipped, | |
| Come around here actin hardcore, | |
| You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt, | |
| Pull up your pink skirt, | |
| Your pink panties' ll get your whig damaged, | |
| Go eat a dick sandwhich, | |
| I can' t stand this motherfucker, | |
| Make this bitch vanish from the planet, | |
| I' ll hit you like a ton of granite | |
| Get your blood splattered, | |
| Face bashed in, you can' t win, | |
| I' ll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks, | |
| While watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits | |
| When i be suckin' on you mom' s tits, | |
| She my bitch, she on my dick, | |
| Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib, | |
| Why' d you say she wanted to kill the bitch? | |
| Smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes | |
| Doper than special k explodin' in the fiend' s nose | |
| Chorus 1x | |
| fades out with gatling gun sounds |
| zuò qǔ : Bill, Necro | |
| Necro speaking: yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, | |
| For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it | |
| necro | |
| Yo, i' m dancin on your grave like borishnikov, | |
| I' ll rip you off, | |
| Leave you in the desert ' til the voltures strip your corpse, | |
| Then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft | |
| ' til the flesh is pealin' off, | |
| I' m a devil consealed in cloth, | |
| Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork, | |
| You got a hole in your stomach, | |
| Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, | |
| Lots of blood loss, red cross, | |
| Couldn' t help your dead boss cut his head off, | |
| Brutal, sadistic, the only way, | |
| I' ll be remembered, after i' m dismemebered, | |
| And my bones decay, a rap legend, | |
| To the aggressionary session, | |
| My invention of tention and powerful progression, | |
| It' s time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines, | |
| Hit your mind like with someones strictnine, | |
| For all the shell, clips and glocks, | |
| You step to me with a weapon, | |
| You' ll be reppin' your clique in a box | |
| Chorus: | |
| The most sadistic, you think not? | |
| You might get shot, put ' em in a box | |
| We ain' t playin, we ain' t rhymin' for nothin' | |
| Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' | |
| If you ever diss me i' ma bring it to you | |
| Got a crew of psychopaths that' ll stab you up too | |
| Now say violence violence, death death | |
| Yo there ain' t nothin left to say, this shit' s fresh | |
| ill bill | |
| I' ll kill, you could be my latest victim, | |
| I' ll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it, | |
| Piss on your bitch' s tits and make you lick it, | |
| You fuckin' maggot, | |
| You probably fucked one hundred faggots, | |
| Your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass whipped, | |
| Come around here actin hardcore, | |
| You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt, | |
| Pull up your pink skirt, | |
| Your pink panties' ll get your whig damaged, | |
| Go eat a dick sandwhich, | |
| I can' t stand this motherfucker, | |
| Make this bitch vanish from the planet, | |
| I' ll hit you like a ton of granite | |
| Get your blood splattered, | |
| Face bashed in, you can' t win, | |
| I' ll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks, | |
| While watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits | |
| When i be suckin' on you mom' s tits, | |
| She my bitch, she on my dick, | |
| Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib, | |
| Why' d you say she wanted to kill the bitch? | |
| Smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes | |
| Doper than special k explodin' in the fiend' s nose | |
| Chorus 1x | |
| fades out with gatling gun sounds |
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