Necro - Skum lyrics

Hun hun houh Non Phixion Boulevard Check it out [Sabac] Ayo we rock stars G O D gods, like who we are We drop movie cars and hot nudie bars with movie stars Hold heat like 87, soaking easy, gold teeth Non phixion for the people We harangue the police Attack The Pig Pen, Leave Your Wig Bent I've been sent to spark the ink tank I got a big shank , an itchy index Atlantic city playing roulette Lucky 7 - 26 - 2 on black, 100 chips on red I'm fantastic, yours all nerd rap, You don't deserve crap Talk without no accent- we the reason to flip the bird back I'm sick f** - sabac don't give a sh** WUT Asian Cutie - 6 in the morning getting my dick s**ed Call it space-rap, f*ggot, you get you face slapped Be at least 2 weeks before you get the taste back I'm stressed out, watching hair fall out my head Having nightmares, catching myself, falling out the bed The chain smoker, Kettle One, beer, scotch and soda When I rhyme, My eyes pop out Like Stanley Roper Crashing festival, jump on stage get you show rocked The boulevard, kopenhagen, non-phixion, jo tak [ILL Bill] Blowing space shuttle eyes on his face Mothership alienated sorceress Soldier with the gas-mask The A astronauts, pyramids Paradox, paranormal, paratrooper Paralize you with the Luger Breaking you to suicidal tendencies Know your enemies The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century [?] weapons and ecstasy Moving objects mentally My concept confessed to murder in better penitentiaries I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like big coats Why I'm so f**ed up ? only my shrink knows Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose I seen it all in my short life Me and my peeps is on thrife We ain't sticking your moms till we f**ing your wife If it ain't Weed in blunts then its dust in my pipe If it ain't Slugs in my gun then its blood on my knife I put you to sleep, now you just a guzzle of life Non-phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight This is for the streets, I don't give a f** what you like Even my freestyles are f** better then sh** that you write [Goretex] I'm unsuitable, my thug music sound beautiful I come in bad taste Like sniffing Ket before a funeral Then pa** out, choking on blood, we gone thugs I heard your mom does dot-com sh**s with bu*t-plugs Mind is blow, smoking ounce to bounce to the show Counting my dough, we angel-dust space legends You get your face shredded Evil f** since I was a kid I like Barbara [?], picture that EPMD [?] did Paranoid type, we run around with infra-red lights I got a squad of ninja's, scumbags who slang your dice f** a pace s*ut, illegal sh**, phixion hate club Grab [?] the dick b**h, I'm laughing cause I see what hate does Speaking in codes, DVD receiving my flows Bonded by blood, warrior drums, project thumbs Tortures tactics like Egyptians, mutilation and lombs [?] 10 shots to your rib-cage, the ghetto Kincaid [?] Elderly rampage, nine point changes and switch-blades Serving [?], I leave crowds amazing afraid Sniffing A that's the reason, mid grade I'm balling out Fifty dollar blunts and all the weed be falling out I'm here to get the belt Uncle Howie, take listen non-phixion World-tour, while my sh** hitting in state-prisons