Violins Of Violence Lyrics - Necro

[Screaming Woman-Mila Jovovich-Ivana Orleanska]Go Home 

Go Now In Peace 

If you do not go now you will be 

buried in this field I've seen 

enough blood, but if you want more 

I can't stop you I can only warn you 

that it will be your blood not ours 

[Necro] 

Evil is annointed get disappointed 

guillotine to your spleen you'll get 

defeated you can't beat it join it (what?) 

death comes in the worst way through satanic 

wordplay here's a knife in your spine happy 

birthday (bitch) bile lubrication crack vile 

rejuvenation subdue my patient pursue cremation 

insert a lance in your back through the circumstance 

you're dead over your corpse I do a murder dance 

I'm on stab you with a shank shaft my language is 

filled with frankness and anguish you're anxious 

greetings to all cretins to those bleeding from 

repeated beatings I'm like the snake in Eden (ssss) 

you down with necro be loyal or get strangled with a 

'till you barf what goes around recoils my conversation 

disects you like operation my obligation is to kill 

nazis with concentration romance aint a slow dance it's 

a slut with no pants sucking and holding my dick with 

both hands put a gun to your pockets my steeze would 

blind the eye piece of a high priest like the sun to 

his sockets 

Chorus-[Mr.Hyde] 

Violins of violence will thrive on destruction it's 

Necro abduction with Hyde corruption you flirt with 

escape of death in the clip 'cause happy endings are 

not in the script-x2 

[Necro] 

I drop english vocab distastefully gracefully with 

a machete strapped at my hip I'm in the place to be 

reppin brutality faithfully my religion's sin bash a 

pigeon in I'm belligerant peace to all midgets in 

america with short ligaments do your thing size don't 

mean shit any nigga could win talkin out your ass is 

great you'll get drastic hate force you to masticate 

a fuckin plastic plate i got your brain through 

acquisition now you're on the streets smokin crack on 

a mission lookin like an apparition your death is like 

angelic the splatterin of your guts makes a beautiful 

pattern it's psychadelic kiss your last hundred dollars 

bye your wallets mine scream holler cry you've been 

disqualified my demented thoughts need to be vented 

and sacremented your tendons blended is spendid