The Dispensation of Life and Death Necro
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[Intro: Charles Manson]
Do you want me to be the guy you're trying to make me? Do you want me to be the guy that orders people to die? Do you want me to be dispensation of life and death? You convicted me for dispensating life and death, man. The (fucking) President of the United States can't even do that!
[Verse 1: Necro]
Nothing like a dead pastor splattered all over concrete like plaster
On Sabbath; a blasphemist disaster
I provide you with intricate, sadistic shit to guide you
But diss the clique and we'll divide you like arithmetic
Riding with the pistol grips
Sliding down low inconspicuous when I slide in the biscuit clip
Buck at you; release until I'm bullets inside you bitch
And if you're in a car we'll pull up to the side of it
You know the rest: the pressure hurts
Bucked in your chest again; you'll be using your best efforts
Tucking your intestines in like dress shirts
A professional hit; you're fucked like molested kids in church
We're cave beings; we crave seeing death like Arabians
Stabbing your flesh like Linda Kasabian
Numerous punctures
It's humorous how a human crumbles when juxed; that's how the universe functions
[Hook: Necro]
You'll live as long as I let you (You owe me your life)
You'll die as soon as I give the order to dead you (Kill 'em)
Life and death the fact's it'll always get you (Remember)
Knife and techs the tools use to affect you
Do you want me to be the guy you're trying to make me? Do you want me to be the guy that orders people to die? Do you want me to be dispensation of life and death? You convicted me for dispensating life and death, man. The (fucking) President of the United States can't even do that!
[Verse 1: Necro]
Nothing like a dead pastor splattered all over concrete like plaster
On Sabbath; a blasphemist disaster
I provide you with intricate, sadistic shit to guide you
But diss the clique and we'll divide you like arithmetic
Riding with the pistol grips
Sliding down low inconspicuous when I slide in the biscuit clip
Buck at you; release until I'm bullets inside you bitch
And if you're in a car we'll pull up to the side of it
You know the rest: the pressure hurts
Bucked in your chest again; you'll be using your best efforts
Tucking your intestines in like dress shirts
A professional hit; you're fucked like molested kids in church
We're cave beings; we crave seeing death like Arabians
Stabbing your flesh like Linda Kasabian
Numerous punctures
It's humorous how a human crumbles when juxed; that's how the universe functions
[Hook: Necro]
You'll live as long as I let you (You owe me your life)
You'll die as soon as I give the order to dead you (Kill 'em)
Life and death the fact's it'll always get you (Remember)
Knife and techs the tools use to affect you
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