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Necro

Morbid Shit

 

Morbid Shit

(album: Brutality Part 1 - 2003)


What up you fucking dirty bitches? Hookers! Fucking scumbags, you know I hate you
Check this shit

Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick
Like getting your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cutting off your dick
Like getting all of your jewelry vicked
Like a Pitbull leaving 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 rapping 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 rapping start clapping
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 buying my shit
Mad evil people in the world seeking lethal
Butcher knife rap illegal rap from a sadistic cat with D skills
Dropping, gothic, put the Glock clip inside the shit and pop it
For every cat that's locked, kid

Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick
Like getting your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cutting off your dick
Like getting all of your jewelry vicked
Like a Pitbull leaving your flesh ripped morbid shit

I outshine you, by being myself and I'm about to grind you
Into pieces and start pleading for help, Jesus
Looking for death it could be found behind you
It's easy to help leaving ya held around your spine legions are felt
About time you bleed for your wealth my persisting gore
Leave you insecure for instance my raps please a whore, turning hip hop into all
Keep your distance there's no more prep when bullets collide into your jaw
Then you fall right to the floor
I display charming grace beautiful garments laced
Sophisticated exotic taste
All a cover up for my verbal vomit in disgrace
Sadistic verbatim demonic waste diabolical blades

Yo morbid shit that's the type of rap I kick
Like getting your head cracked with a brick like some bitch cutting off your dick
Like getting all of your jewelry vicked
Like a Pitbull leaving your flesh ripped morbid shit

Psycho+Logical, fucking bitches, raping your brain, Necro, Master of the Machal

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