Added: Jul 3, 2008

From: catkila

Duration: 3:58

I GUESSED ON THESE LYRICS CUZ I COULDNT FINE THEM ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET SO DONT GIVE ME ANY CRAP (necro) necros up in here,brooklyn in effect.jooks you in the neck disrespect the clique,we'll step to you,mush you,put you in check we stay evil,i dont play with people,dont sleep on me cuz i made it legal with a desert eagle out and see me kill.whenever,whatever you want kid,step up,head up dead up your butt. 30 year old men turn into sluts when they get snuffed.you jock the custom necro chain you sit in disgust in your crib cuz you cant hustle like the best. death rap entrepaneers,pushing the violence on cd's. like krill for milfs its only about what i think.fuck approval,seeking dead body disposal removal, creeping ,your vanished,missing,they cant even find you on google.hold a bronze ruger like likes hans group,we're ripping through flesh like a cougar attack,like ex cons couped up.keep the rugged cuz you love it six sadistic sadomassochistic schizoflips that intracately infanitly rip it (ill bill) ill bill bag females,ill town to illinois.you faggots bag trannies from the back of the village boys.im calling you out,put the 44 in your mouth.pull the trigger and splatter your brains in the walls of your house.im empty inside,dont know what remorse is about.im raw thick like strippers in shopping malls in the south,hit the studio with an eight ball in the ounce.chop up lines,record eight songs in the mouth soul flavoful, fuck up your face give you a razorful.your lifes and a pile of shits interchangable.we top shelf and wont stop 'til we're payed the full.im raining blood my destruction is unattainable.we morbid theives,enjoy the threes,we attack you like swarming bees,we all creeps.i flip drugs,and pit sluts,i spit dust ,and distrust anybody that isnt us,what (mr.hyde) get to the sickly,hip hop thick with the slick tee rolling thinkin grippin pistols click it your history, hyde the field general of axe weilding sentinels ventricals pump with poison you need benedryl.aint nobody rockin' me im bopping with a glock with me. boxing me ,you winning,your chances are slim like lottery.behead yourself,coming at me sideways,better rephrase yourself or be left dead in your drive way.the cops cant can us so we kill and take advantage the equivalents to my trigger finger is mcmanus yo ill snuff you more than once and there will be cuts up just like cunts.son our punches come i bunches cuts will make you lose your lunch.ill be the brass knuckle wearing bear box you up like tetris,right cross a left bitch both hands are ambidextrous.your death is on my checklist,your respitory's breathless,exorcist ,specialist for natives that are restless

Channel: Music

Tags: hyde  illbill  mr  necro 

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