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NECRO : 24 Shots lyrics

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NECRO lyrics : "24 Shots"

[Verse One]
My %#@!'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 $#&@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 $#&@ created it?
Veins and brains are insane and so creative %#@!

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 x2]

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 (*##$es tits
They shift the %#@!
My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique


[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



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