Necro - Circle Of Tyrants lyrics

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Necro - Circle Of Tyrants lyrics

(feat. Mr Hyde Goretex Ill Bill and Captain Carnage) (Necro) Yo, I'm like a dead corpse Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie sh** Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec My raps are like crack in a deck, satanic intellect Slaughters you, I got more for you Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you When I'm stabbing you I offered you a chance to leave You'll only understand when you bleed There's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you Who the f** you talking to? Im pure d**h in the flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you My knife packing status, got you shook A lot of crooks will respect my rep Step, kid I advise you not to look Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead Put you to sleep inside a burning bed Learn from what I said I'm mushing your peeps, then I'm squishing you deep Beneath, where the deceased, rest in peace (Mr. Hyde) I.. injure you with ninja crews Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with Satan Cause it's his decision too Hold a sword like ghost dog Leaving bloody gross gore So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it I dumped it in the sea and k**ed all life except for squid (What) Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons While you f*ggot mother f**ers inebriated by semen Lure you with my web, shank your corduroy to red If they look for you they'll find you in the mortuary dead Fill the clip up with the lead then put the biscuit to the head After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled Don't ever try and hawk or riff 'cause I don't wanna talk Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tomahawk Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound (Goretex) Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit We celebrate with Henney blood shakes, that render me sick Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of chrome Rap Vinny Jones, I dis attach snatch from the bone And ate the last witnesses K-ed out on medicine Health nut, crush up my wheat germ Chase it with h**ne Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thinning corpse paint in the frost of the winter Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverted crossed iced-out Blood forming, two in your face Get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hip like ship bags You don't want it f*g Your left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair State bent, like breathing rubber So be advised Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon brother (Ill Bill) Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with d** Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields Big butcher knives, you f**ing f*ggots Get your f**ing face erased from your cabbage Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the door Spasm and splash your organs across the floor Its d**h...the slug hit the bullet proof vest I took from the police..man after I blew off his head We Knights In Satan Service Satan's sadists God is an atheist You f**ing idiots, your b**hes give brain to us Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice We criminally insane, escape form Bellview Sniffing up c**aine Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence Donate my brain to science, vacation insane asylums (Captain Carnage) Come on come all to my carnival of carnage Where I'll.. slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange I'm too precise not to be nice I nail you like Christ you'll pay twice, the price I'll put brains on ice For preparation prepare for the separation Of your foundation so come get your frown basted In hot sauce I'll roasted you like hot dogs on an open fire I'm a trig like Myer But don't admire the entire picture Because I hang you like fixture So when you enter the mixture Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge The h**n horde got guns and swords swords swords swords