Song | Death Rap |
Artist | Necro |
Album | The Pre-Fix For Death |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
Some death rap shit | |
Word up | |
Bump this | |
Some evil shit | |
Check it | |
Fuckin faggot | |
(Necro) | |
It starts with your intestines and germs | |
Next you're a cadaver infested with worms | |
Man's destiny its best that he learns | |
My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
Like you're in between the rail road track and the train | |
A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
Like back in the days when cats didn't play they'd whack you and not explain | |
Demeaning Jesus, you're ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
You'll see death like seniors with diseases | |
Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein's sons | |
Don't fuck with me I only say it once | |
Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
Insane like a brainless convict | |
You're dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
Honor you hate this, God couldn't save us | |
Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
Death rap, that's the rap I kick, don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it's a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I'm the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
(Sabac) | |
I walk with the living dead | |
Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
And if that's the case I'ma bash your face | |
Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
That's the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
Death rap, that's the rap I kick, don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it's a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I'm the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |
zuo qu : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
Some death rap shit | |
Word up | |
Bump this | |
Some evil shit | |
Check it | |
Fuckin faggot | |
Necro | |
It starts with your intestines and germs | |
Next you' re a cadaver infested with worms | |
Man' s destiny its best that he learns | |
My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
Like you' re in between the rail road track and the train | |
A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
Like back in the days when cats didn' t play they' d whack you and not explain | |
Demeaning Jesus, you' re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
You' ll see death like seniors with diseases | |
Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein' s sons | |
Don' t fuck with me I only say it once | |
Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
Insane like a brainless convict | |
You' re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
Honor you hate this, God couldn' t save us | |
Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
Sabac | |
I walk with the living dead | |
Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
And if that' s the case I' ma bash your face | |
Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
That' s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |
zuò qǔ : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
Some death rap shit | |
Word up | |
Bump this | |
Some evil shit | |
Check it | |
Fuckin faggot | |
Necro | |
It starts with your intestines and germs | |
Next you' re a cadaver infested with worms | |
Man' s destiny its best that he learns | |
My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
Like you' re in between the rail road track and the train | |
A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
Like back in the days when cats didn' t play they' d whack you and not explain | |
Demeaning Jesus, you' re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
You' ll see death like seniors with diseases | |
Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein' s sons | |
Don' t fuck with me I only say it once | |
Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
Insane like a brainless convict | |
You' re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
Honor you hate this, God couldn' t save us | |
Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
Sabac | |
I walk with the living dead | |
Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
And if that' s the case I' ma bash your face | |
Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
That' s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |