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Necro

Underground

 

Underground

(album: I Need Drugs - 2000)


I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they...

Yo man, motherfuckers are clowns man;
Hip-hop's too nice, it's too pretty
What are you gonna do to it Necro?
Take a razor, and slice it!

Yo, peep this shit like this
Kill the head, kill the body, and knows who I'mma ruin
When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it
Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain, you receive it
Brain washing has officially begun
Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like Re-Run
It's raining, as God pisses on earth
I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth
Devour my shower that's golden
I'm puffing the sacks, rolled in
Smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof
And on his chest it'll say, "Necro rules!"
I'm above the constitution
My shit stays bubbling like burnt flesh
My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution
Your eyes will burn once the acid hits
You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell
Jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits
Life is shady G in 1976 my parents created me
I've been flipping since 1983
I always took pain as a game
When I was six I cracked my head open
And looked in the mirror and saw my brain
Wonder why I'm like an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car riding my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretins with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
Runnin through Glenwood PJ's, as a young buck
I didn't dance that fresh, I burnt ants to death
Taste me you will see more is all you need
Dedicated to how I'm killing you!
You're unhealthy you're a felon, your P.O. checks your bladder
You're an addict; if you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter
The customer's always right, but this time the customer's left
On a stretcher gasping for breath
The cipher flows like roly poly, kill yourself slowly
Plus you're already dead if you're homely
So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull, so pray
Most of New York's population is filled with mental patients
Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients
Gotham got rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of vile infested smiles
And dreams of molesting your child
You gotta pack a black, Glock, with, the
Extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose
If he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag, of, dro's, when
Listening to brutal shit like this
You gotta rock a lamb, skin, with, the
Spermicide for nasty bitch
Make sure your girl's syphilis clean
Before I slide my tongue up in her
Don't you darrrrrre ruin my dinner!
My ventriloquism hits you like ism
Sprayed with Raid mixed with pissim mixed blades butchery sadism
I rip your gap, when I twist my wrists
1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fist
Rammed up your wife's ass, get murdered type fast
Blast scum up on your beastly mask, a dirty fleshpipe splash
Call, plumbing we're coming inside sluts like Kimberly Drummond
You know the steez, I slay my prey, day by day
Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit
Rocking Timb's with razors on the tip
Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip
I'm fascinated with, leaving you lacerated split
On point like an assassination hit your knot
Some one to have patience with, I'm better off letting off
Two clips at you face set it off to decide who's better off deaded off
Inject 'til you feel correct, feel the effects of my hex
Force you to have sex with techs, chopped at funeral next
Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper
I talk to myself 'cause giving my own self therapy's cheaper
The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot
Penetrate your skull like an Obituary riff from "Slowly We Rot"
You'll soon be fractions a numerator
Over denominator when I play dominator
When you're dead your brain's enbalmed with data
Peeping Vietnam through Beta, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more, feel the pain climax
No anesthesia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
That's fine packed and mixed with phenobarbital liquid
And a Raid sprayed dime sack, nutting numbs your future sums
I threw you in a wheel chair you're a crumb
A pebble, a worm, a snail
I'll be a mental patient with a red afro on thorazine when you inhale
Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhhh, another blunt filled with dust
And another blunt filled, and another blunt filled
And another blunt filled with dust
Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin
That's the second time a nigga tried to kill me
I'm starting to feel important
For some cats smiling ain't their style
But there's something so evil about seeing a murderer smile it's vile
Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide's a laxative
It'll eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
I main... line to main-tain
I'm fighting the biggest fight of my life staying sane!
You gotta pack a black, Glock, with, the
Extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose
If he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag, of, dro's, when
Listening to brutal shit like this
Yo you gotta rock a lamb, skin, with, the
Spermicide for nasty bitch...
You fucking dirt bags, word is bond

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground

Fatto

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