| Start a pit! | |
| Start a pit! | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| I'm a dragon spitting out magma | |
| Pop bangers, leave you like chopped angus | |
| Hold an axe like Genghis Gun, I'm like a young Genghis Khan | |
| Like a gang of ex-cons that hang up murder rates | |
| Murder's great, snapping, clapping you up | |
| Chew up flesh like werewolves yapping | |
| Victims, who's up to bat? Smack em with a bat | |
| Hack em into pieces, Jesus | |
| Christ motherfuckers are pussy | |
| Petrified, mortified, testified you all die | |
| I'm the sort of guy that stays fortified | |
| With a vest and a.45 wounds cauterized | |
| Goons on the rise rebellion, one million felons yelling, "Necro, tell em! " | |
| To hell with them, fuck politics | |
| Buck at the cops, they can suck the cock | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Start a pit! Do it! Now! Yeah! | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Here's a shank and a snuff, stop acting tough | |
| I don't like you, you're not gangster enough | |
| I'm at peace with reality, I got a blood feast mentality | |
| You're into bestiality, you fuck dogs and you suck logs | |
| You're into buttplugs, you don't need drugs | |
| So nice I'll buck you up with a flare gun | |
| Fuck you up in a fair one, stomp you with Air Ones | |
| You get carried away, you literally get carried away on a stretcher pitifully | |
| My bad your honour, I know I fucked up | |
| But killing a cop is a badge of honour | |
| You're a queer in tights, dying like a deer in headlights | |
| Strict with the nine like dead mice | |
| Finally put your brain to sleep painfully | |
| Kill you and laugh at you simultaneously | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Vintage, you're cutting edge in one package | |
| Gun-clappers backwards like a sexually active attractive nun with a strap-on | |
| Crucifix dildo haunting the chapel | |
| People you don't want to street brawl or you'll bleed | |
| All over the place like I hit your nose with a speed ball | |
| Like a psycho in jail with the brain of Michael Dell | |
| Hit your brain with a rifle shell | |
| Shit like an ex-lax pill, crack your skull | |
| I'll flip out like Axl Rose on Paxil | |
| Don't need Source or XXL to excel my career, it's no career loss | |
| Ride like a bicycle, smacked you up in high school | |
| Like an icicle I'm ice cold | |
| Foursomes in Toronto, orgies in Montreal, pervert, aren't we all? | |
| [Chorus] |
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