Brand new necro. Bury You with satan remix. New verse. exclusive. . Yo Yo. . (Hook) x1. Bury you with satan. Bury you with satan. Death is in your future.
[Necro]. Yo, insult the colt ya future casket, Ima break a cassette tape and stab you with the plastic, so bleed beautifully. roll up your shirt, strap on a belt, start shootin me, but draw no blood, creep like a water bug, peep the gore you bled. roll with a hord of thugs, necro's the lord of drugs. pay me for death till you got no brains cell left. no fib, your in a prison up in your crib, yo you dead kid, no brass, no tassel left. I'll leave my beef bloody, I cook it red, your future is as good as dead, I'll shove my blade in, so you could fade out. your trapped in a time that's played out, go check the date out, you're a pussy that no one ate out, while my brains on fast foward, you're a victim and you don't even know it, the evil poet, you got no hand, you can't catch it when I throw it. depression makes you copp dimes, until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs. cause everyday, is judgment day for me, cause humans that don't know me get scared and run away from me. its trife, hate, holds the control to life, channel your energy, cut through your foes like a soldier's knife. while the average front, I'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt, I'd rather be blunt so violate the fact you wanna die is great, watch me annihilate, I got insanity inside a jar and I'm dropping it off the empire state. cause you touching the mics, injustice, so muskets we trust kid, so bust clip, the verbal sultan, my philosophy is molten, cause my pupils can only peep a world, unwholesome, insulting, repulsive, revolting! let's risk it for piles of green, with, sadistic violent schemes, twisted like silent screams. I have a determination in, seeing your termination through extermination. cold like a frozen igloo, your rubber room is closing in on you, the chosen jig you, death, is, fucking you insane. you'll get nothing from my pockets, the only thing you got sewn up is your eye sockets. so play dead as I color you blood red, give up the bread or I'll put a hole in your fuckin skull, large like a huge alien head. incinerate the beat, till its six feet deep, then do a jesus on em, to the crucifix, repeat, now watch me..
(Yo yo). Bury you with satan. (Peep the death rap). Bury you with satan. Death is in your future. . Im gettin outrageous on you, pullin razors on you.
yo check this shit. mother fuckers. necro shit bitch. yo yo yo yo......... . brutal style butcher knife verbel dice. nice splice your flesh together like tape.
[Chorus]. Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM. The bum from the dark get a job you punk. Homeless people livin in the train stations. Just lazy bums.
[Chorus]. One time for sharp cats, killing so biblical. There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical. The big sleep, put you in line with thugs spiritual.
You think you got a gold twat. But slut your stinky like an old sock. Now suck that dildo like a blow pop. Up and down like a robot. Your diary's filled with inquires.
I be that insane white boy, stabbin ya girl like a sex toy. her twat smells like rotten stank-a-lot, her pussy residue isnt new. my cock mixes her up like stew.
[Verse 1]. Ya dead kid, now ya just meat for preperation. Ya brain smeared all over the street like defecation. Pull a gun out on a star. Ya ain't to famous on Hollywood boulevard.
Oh, oh. Yeah, better get it right. Oh, oh. Yeah, better get it right. . Better get it right. Don't wanna be your part time lover. Better get it right.
Picture yourself in boat on a river,. With tangerine trees and marmalde skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes..
Oh, oh. Yeah, better get it right. Oh, oh. Yeah, better get it right. . Better get it right. Don't wanna be your part time lover. Better get it right.
Brat moj. Ali cutis pogum,. Ki ga je dvignila zerja. V borbi za lepoto sveta?. . Brat moj. Prizgimo kres v vseh ljudeh!. Bodimo mocni kot garaci, brat moj;.
Only one day is left. only one day. we are leaving the others. we're going away. Today we all steal. animals we are. possession is lost. Our souls are from the wild.
Run for your life. Blood is on the hook. Blood is on the hook. Run for your life. Blood is on the hook. Blood is on the hook. . H e y,. Your lips are cracked and black as sorrow.
(Intro):. Creep, creep, I'm on the creep. The creep for the kind bud. O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub. Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack.
(Intro):. Creep, creep, I'm on the creep. The creep for the kind bud. O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub. Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack.
You gonna hit some weed up in the motherfucker?. DJ Bobby be, D-Loc. . Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass. I, I need to rip another vapor blast.
Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On. . (DADDY X). Oh no, here we go. Kottonmouth Kings about to blow. All because the way we roll. That underground way.
That's about a blunt bitch to be in the ghetto,. Motherfuckers you see hangin around liquor stores. Turn that shit up like nothing. That Sisqo and shit, y'know that O that O.E..