Necro - 24 Shots lyrics

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Necro - 24 Shots lyrics

(Verse One) My sh**'s straight vile You're mild, you've got no style I won't be impressed or you possessed by baliel I make beats like surgeons resume To stitch up your wounds Inside the emergency room They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb You see in the clergy soon I'm taking this rap game serious from the start Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart Playing f**ing God Lacerating to pieces to of lard Like vultures ripping Jesus apart You're chopped up and divided in cubes My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes The human body gore who the f** created it? Veins and brains are insane and so creative sh** Satanic organs Melodies of morbidness Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed You rap like a cadaver There's no life in you I should stick a knife in you Right through your windpipe will do (Chorus 2x) 24 shots in your head I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead So I pump 4 more in your head With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader (Verse Two) My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack This year, is just another point in time Another year time devourers the joints in your spine Until you're stressed With no credentials left Just your essential breath and the potential d**h It's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles Caught up in the cycle of psychos It's when your life goes I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em son you're ain't fronting on my album Spitting on your b**hes tits They shift the sh** My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you With the impact of Necro's rap It's morbid true, in fact Now since the person is a poet created grim probated 'em like mainguetches making me end of the grange I've had a profane effect My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging Now I've got hundreds loving Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat Explaining the verbal on slaw Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a freestyle where I wreck the respected (Chorus) DIE!