Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Necro

24 Shots

 

24 Shots

(album: Gory Days - 2001)


My shit's straight vile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed 'til you possessed by Belial
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch up your wounds
Inside the emergency room
They must work urgently or you'll permanently be in a tomb
You seeing the clergy soon
I'm taking this rap game serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing fucking God
Lacerating to pieces of lard
Like vultures ripping Jesus apart
You're chopped up and divided in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping through I.V. tubes
The human body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane it's some creative shit
Satanic organs
Melodies of morbidness
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed
You rap like a cadaver
There's no life in you
I should stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe will do

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack
This year, is just another point in time
Another year time devours the joints in your spine
Until you're stressed
With no credentials left
Just your essential breath and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of psychos
It's when your life goes
I'm done with babbling, a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em
Son you're ain't fronting on my album
Spitting on your bitches tits
They shift the shit
My pistol grip is sadistic like Mephisto clique

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of Necro's rap
It's morbid truth, in fact
Not since the first sin, has a poet created grim verbatem like me
Making the industry cringe
I've had a profound effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck
My first radio coverage introduced you to being bludgeoned
And took you through the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging
Now I've got hundreds loving
Who would have thought I'd be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal onslaught
Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
Freestyle where I wreck the respected

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

DIE!

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?