Necro - Underground lyrics

[Sung] I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they... Yo man motherf**ers are clowns man; Hip-hop's too nice It's too pretty What are you gonna do to it Necro? Take a razor, and slice it! [Necro] Yo, peep this sh** like this k** the head, k** the body, and knows who I'mma ruin When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds I'm rollin a fatty like d**h is comin believe it Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receivin Brain washing has officially begun Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin like Re-Run It's rainin, as God pisses on earth I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth Devour my shower that's golden I'm puffing the sacks, rolled in Smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon How can I make my point to you fools? I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof And on his chest it'll say, "Necro rules!" I'm above the constitution My sh** stays bubblin like burnt flesh My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution Your eyes will burn once the acid hits You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell Jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits Life is shady G in 1976 my parents created me I've been flippin since 1983 I always took pain as a game When I was six I cracked my head open And looked in the mirror to see my brain Wonder why I'm like an icicle? At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious Peeping cretons with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious Runnin through Glenwood PJ's, as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh, I burnt ants to d**h Taste me you will see more is all you need Dedicated to how I'm k**in you! You're unhealthy you're a felon P.O. checks your bladder You're an addict; if you beat me I'll deliver you d**h on a platter The customer's always right but this time the customer's left On a stretcher gaspin for breath The cipher flows like rolly polly, k** yourself slowly Plus you're already dead if you're homely So b**h, there's a little red dot on your skull, so pray Most of New York's population is filled with mental patients Pretendin to be normal, pretendin to be mental patients Gotthem got rapists by the pile Watch out for goons of vile infested smiles And dreams of molestin your child You gotta pack a black, Glock, with, the Extra clip when sh** gets thick You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose If he ever tries to front and diss You need to puff a bag, of, dro's, when Listening to brutal sh** like this You gotta rock a lamb, skin, with, the Spermicide for a nasty b**h Make sure your girl's syphillis clean Before I slide my tongue up in her Don't you darrrrrre ruin my dinner! My ventriloquism hits you like ism Sprayed with raid mixed with pissim mixed blades butchery sadism I rip your gat, when I twist my wrists 1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers f** it the whole fifth Ran up your wife's a** gets murdered type fast Blast scum up on your BC mask and dirty flash pipes flash Call, plumbing we're coming inside like s*uts like Kimberly Drummond You know the steez, I slay my prey, day by day k** yourself, on some euthanasia sh** Rockin Timb's with razors on the tip Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip I'm fascinated with, leavin you lacerated split On point like an a**a**ination hit your knot Some one to have patience with, I'm better off lettin off Two clips at you face set it off to decide who's better off deaded off Inject 'til you feel correct, feel the effects of my hex Force you to have s** with techs, chopped at funeral next Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper I talk to myself cause giving my own self therapy's cheaper The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot Penetrate your skull like an obituary riff from "Slowly We Rot" You'll soon be fractions and numerator Of a denominator when I play dominator When you're dead your brain's enbalmed with data Peepin Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator Your - spine cracks in 3-D like Imax You won't be Superman no more feel the pain climax No anesthesia, even if the doctor takes some codine and combines crack That's fine packed and mixed with phenobarbital liquid And a Raid sprayed dime sack, nuttin numbs your future sums I threw you in a wheel chair you're a crumb A pebble, a worm, a snail I'll be a mental patient with a red afro on thorazine when you inhale Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhm uhhhhhh, another blunt filled with dust And another blunt filled, and another blunt filled And another blunt filled with dust Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin That's the second time a n***a tried to k** me I'm starting to feel important For some cats smilin ain't their style But there's something so evil about seeing a murderous smile it's vile Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide's a laxative It'll eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident I main..line to main-tain I'm fightin the biggest fight of my life You gotta pack a black, Glock, with, the Extra clip when sh** gets thick You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose If he ever tries to front and diss You need to puff a bag, of, dro's, when Listening to brutal sh** like this Yo you gotta rock a lamb, skin, with, the Spermicide for nasty b**h.. You f**in dirt bags, word is bond [Sung: repeat until fade] I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground