The Godfathers - High Tension lyrics

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The Godfathers - High Tension lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] My ratchet exhales lead, cleaving, my hatchet's leaving a trail of red Catching cerebrum from a detached female head Apache walking through the cornfield, I was born real Wielding a morning star, You're left torn and peeled on the floor, kneeled Cold aggressor, buck the 3 pound off at you like Roth in Little Odessa Guillotine your crown off with a clothes dresser The Hades gatekeeper, Hatebreeder, breaking your face I'm blatantly crazier, straigh razor your trachea Pulp plops on your shirt, bloody red polka dots The unfed vulture plots murder, dead your folks while you watch Assasinated with acid, fascinated with drilling Lacerated you ba*tard, masturbated to k**ing Your f**ing life X'd out, flexin' axe like Dexter Slash you with Plexiglas, black bury you like a texter f** what you're selling, you'll get bucked in your melon Metall pellets stuck in your cerebellum, once you're abducted like Helen! [Hook: Necro & Kool G Rap] Cut your head off, bust the lead off, now get off The dick money, you don't know me, keep it moving homie The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood, did I mention? When G and Nec in the room, it's High Tension! [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] k**er team, guillotines and gallows 40 caliber, loaded with Calicos, on barrel and mallet mode Calluses of malice grow, Molotov bottle your ballad flow d**h on a pale horse, the gallop slow Blade of my Excalibur glow like William Wallace Send your body off to med school for brilliant scholars We bout to stab 'em with 7 daggers like Damien Triple sixes when 3 biscuits empty out in your cranium Dark clouds and rainy wind, we aiming these 10's On dames and they men, leave 'em with flaming skin on they dainty limbs Front line gunners, we dump 9's in the fronters Son of Sam handguns, the grunt mind of a hunter Son, we Leatherface butchers in bloody aprons, blood he craving Muddy beige Timbs, put a rusty blade in that s*ut he chasing Tool shed tools, embedded inside her dude's head No Vital Signs, this be the title up in the news spread [Hook: Necro & Kool G Rap]