Morbid Shit Necro
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Intro:
What up you fuckin' dirty bitches? Hookers! Fuckin' scumbags, you know I hate you
Check this shit
(Necro)
Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick
Like gettin' your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cuttin' off your dick
Like gettin' all of your jewelry vicked
Like a Pitbull leavin' your flesh ripped morbid shit
I'm as morbid as it gets
And if there's anybody more morbid then me he's probably dead
You ask me why must I have to be so enthralled in bloody brawls
Glory catastrophe and blasphemy
There's nothing I can do, kid, I pledge allegiance
To rappin' hardcore 12 now my rhymes are infecting regions
All across the earth my verbal beatings are stabbing cretins
Leaving your cerebrum bleeding stop breathing
Your shit's soft quit rappin' start clappin'
Slugs into your skull when you're dead you'll drop your best album
I got a fetish for shit that makes you vomit
It's economics, when 1 million cats buyin' my shit
Mad evil people in the world seekin' lethal
Butcher knife rap illegal rap from a sadistic cat with D skills
Droppin', gothic, put the Glock clip inside the shit and pop it
For every cat that's locked, kid
What up you fuckin' dirty bitches? Hookers! Fuckin' scumbags, you know I hate you
Check this shit
(Necro)
Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick
Like gettin' your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cuttin' off your dick
Like gettin' all of your jewelry vicked
Like a Pitbull leavin' your flesh ripped morbid shit
I'm as morbid as it gets
And if there's anybody more morbid then me he's probably dead
You ask me why must I have to be so enthralled in bloody brawls
Glory catastrophe and blasphemy
There's nothing I can do, kid, I pledge allegiance
To rappin' hardcore 12 now my rhymes are infecting regions
All across the earth my verbal beatings are stabbing cretins
Leaving your cerebrum bleeding stop breathing
Your shit's soft quit rappin' start clappin'
Slugs into your skull when you're dead you'll drop your best album
I got a fetish for shit that makes you vomit
It's economics, when 1 million cats buyin' my shit
Mad evil people in the world seekin' lethal
Butcher knife rap illegal rap from a sadistic cat with D skills
Droppin', gothic, put the Glock clip inside the shit and pop it
For every cat that's locked, kid
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