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Necro

The System

 

The System

(album: The Murder Murder Kill Kill Double EP - 2012)


[Necro:]
Cock it back, pop it, I'm popping my Glock
Cock it back, pop it, let of every single shot

The system forces me to travel to court and watch my case unravel
I'd rather bury a fucking judge in his gavel and gravel
They wanna see my funeral
Which explains triple 6's in my docket numeral
These pigs, wanna lock me up for a wack crime
Tell me to come to court 9:30 AM, motherfucker, I sleep at that time!
Yo, word is bond
I'd like to see some victim of injustice put bombs on his back and blow up
120 Schermerhorn but not when I'm there
So kick my door in, 'cause any warrant I got I'm ignoring
Get off my dick, pig, you making my testicles tired
Tryina charge me for assault without using electrical wires
It won't stick, it's like assault without the battery
I'll inject mescaline into your anatomy if you rat on me

Cock it back, pop it, I'm popping my Glock
Cock it back, pop it, let of every single shot

[Kool G Rap:]
I'm like Carlito Brigante
These bitches want me, go suck dick on a donkey
You fucking cunt piece
Judicial system crooked like the novels of Grisham
Ain't worth piss in the bums' bladder, the funds matter
With some collateral, law is corporate laterals
Written in Latin, by bastards stacking 'em smackaroos
Enforced on the poor and pathetic, that run to war or get wetted
Off with your head, get a coffin and flag for credit
Catching hell or yelling for medics
To satisfy a hell of a fetish
Red as blood trails from the perished
Military kill and bury for propaganda news
Rockefeller wrote they was dumb, stupid animals
That base life off of that one group and camera crew
Now camouflage scanners move on the slums
In the sand and dunes
For royal bloodliners, that fuck minors
Plus luff vagina
From the kind you find at Wonderama

[Necro:]
Cock it back, pop it, I'm popping my Glock
Cock it back, pop it, let of every single shot

[Kool G Rap:]
Gunshot

done

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