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(feat. Ill Bill) [Necro] Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it [Necro] Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Borishnikov I'll rip you off leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft 'til the flesh is pealin' off I'm a devil consealed in cloth walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork you got a hole in your stomach yo plug it up with a cork, you dork lots of blood loss, red cross couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off brutal, sadistic, the only way I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered and my bones decay, a rap legend to the aggressionary session my invention of tention and powerful progression it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines hit your mind like consumin stricchnine for all the shell, clips and glocks Letras de cancionesyou step to me with a weapon you'll be reppin' your clique in a box [Chorus] The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put 'em in a plot We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin' Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence (violence), death (death) Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh [Ill Bill] I'll kill, you could be my latest victim I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it you fuckin' maggot you probably fucked one hundred faggots your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass whipped come around here actin hardcore you never did dirt, you gonna get hurt pull up your pink skirt your pink panties'll get your whig damaged go eat a dick sandwhich I can't stand this motherfucker make this bitch vanish from the planet I'll hit you like a ton of granite get your blood splattered face bashed in, you can't win I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks while watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits when I be suckin' on you mom's tits she my bitch, she on my dick tell that trick to stop callin' my crib why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes doper than Special K explodin' in the fiend's nose [Chorus: fades out with gatling gun sounds] From Letras Mania