24 Shots Lyrics - Singles - Necro

[Verse One] 

My shit's straight bile* 

You're mild, you've got no style 

I won't be impressed til your* possessed by baliel 

I make beats like surgeons resume 

To stitch up your wounds 

Inside the emergency room 

They must work urgently or you'll* 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 fucking God 

Lacerating to pieces *of lard 

Like vultures ripping Jesus apart 

You're chopped up and divided in cubes 

My tracks pump like blood pumping through iv tubes* 

The human body gore who the fuck created it? 

Veins and brains are insane it's some* creative shit 

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 death 

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 bitches tits 

They shift the shit 

My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Not* since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you 

With the impact of Necro's rap 

It's morbid truth*, in fact 

Not* since the person is a poet created grim verbatim* like me which is making the industry cringe* 

I've had a profound* 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 onslaught* 

Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a 

freestyle where I wreck the respected 

[Chorus] 

DIE!