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Necro

Gruesome Twosome Freestyle

 

Gruesome Twosome Freestyle

(专辑: Street Villains, Vol. 2 - 2005)


[Intro:]
Grimy thug shit
The fuck you up shit...

[Hyde:]
For all the creif in the crud with morphine in their blood
Peep me, reach inside my movie pull a scene from the mud
Son, you dreaming you're thug, we'll hit your team with the scud
Missile, this'll fuck your pistol laser beam in your jug
You're fucking with the wrong crew, son, our demons will haunt you
Psycho+Logical cats'll blow a shot through your caps
Known for rocking an axe, a dull [?] sledge
We decapitate heads and hide 'em under our beds
Instead of shooting Glocks, put to use my toolbox
Pick up Phillips screw drivers
Stick and drilling through visors
Hit like Brock Marion, you more like Maid Marian
Best use your brain savvy vs a cat that's blade-carrying
The grimiest thugs; we'll rob the lint out your pants
Then won't deny to draw blood and leave your limbs in a cast
And if you keep testing me you'll meet the recipe of treachery
Greeted by the Reaper, seek your bleed-destiny

[Necro:]
The belligerent Brooklyn-born and bred, thugged-out sicko
With hatred for life ambitious for change and pistols
Death Rap ambassador, the master of duckets
I'll fulfill my goals, even if I must kill fuck it
Brutal 'til the day that I die
A representative of imperative heritage in hip hop forever lives in Me through the concrete streets where ex-cons meet
Is where I grew up, you can't it away from me
Not much matters if blowing up ain't part of it
I started out doing it for the art of it
Now I'm trying to get my part of it: piece of it
There's enough of it to go around without changing our shit
We could keep it sick
Necro the general of morbid;
Monarch of macabre metaphors, just meditate and absorb it
The medicine that keeps me alive my fan base
Going through withdraw for heroin cause they can't wait

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