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NECRO : i'm your idol lyrics

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NECRO lyrics : "i'm your idol"

I'm Your Idol

I rock a pair of butter Nikes

And blood drips on my kicks when the boxcutter strikes - your flesh
Your skin is tender, it's shredded like it's in a blender
The red drips from your head, in the tint of magenta

You're left gory, cats that be thugging or bugging
if they bring it towards me, reverse it
Take a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it

at someone else that will flip on you and stab you for respect kid
Your idol, your average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned
I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a coffin

Cut up like diamonds, shut up when I'm rhyming ? or get
Your mouth blown off don't get me upset
You walking ##&*%$s, talking like miners, you're spineless

Looking for Necro's, looking for trouble ? you'll find it
So die quick, you (*##$es need the Heimlich
From sucking my dick, now drop the recital ? I'm your idol

When I rhyme - f**k it, I kick raps like a slime bucket
I kick back getting blowed by a dime - suck it
You think whack, while me - my minds rugged

I see it's my time to bludgeon ? I take a nine and buck it
You suckers, die slowly, respect me like I'm holy, Godly - the one and only
Hardly able to be played, I'm from BK

I need blades for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid
If you talk %#@! about me you can't relate
I'm a teacher - I'll beat ya - I got a degree in hate

So kill yourself, before somebody else
Kills you - before you get the chance to, you should be dealt ?
The cause of death, by your own flesh

You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't argue with you, you know best
There's no test ? I haven't passed
You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver fast

That's what you want, that's what you get
wana get cut off? We'll cut off your head
I offer instead the chance to turn your body around in the stands

Now facing me you must learn to follow my commands
F**k back packers! You fudge-packers
shout outs to thugs and cats that pack axes

Death to new jacks, you're gassed 'cause you made a track
Your $$#, you get played and cracked and the blade'll be shoved in your back



Break his f**king face!! Now kid
bash it, smash it, he asked for it ? slash it

But I might get caught? So what?
Do it anyway, bring the onslaught ? everyday
It's like I gota kill somebody, now matter how hard I try to be good

I can't, you won't let me - now start getting deadly
Grab the buck knife - f**k life
f**k him, f**k you - now tell me what's the price!?

25 to life or you living? I'd rather you see dead
Good riddance - your head f**king splitting
Release aggression, swing a fist

blast a gun, crack a bat - over somebody's back
I'll never be done ? ever - that's how Satan made it
Created all of us to be filled with hatred

Pain and anger ? buck off the banger
F**k off you piece of %#@! I'll strangle ya'
You getting cracked in the face with brass knuckles on my fist

F**k you - you're a (*##$ - I should stuff you in a ditch
So puff a spliff - smoke your %#@! to this
Get you open like a !@$%oris ? shove a knife in your tits

Its not simplistic it's technical
when someone sadistic stabs you in your ventricles
Mad thought takes place ? should I stab him in the face or in the waist?

You get replaced and erased
Now face the burners G ? one hundred bullets enter your body
Now you're dead for eternity ? you can't come back

When you're stabbed like a thumb tack ? I'm addicted to gats
Like uncle Howie does crack ? so spark the stem
And I'ma teach you kids why your carcass is a gem

Study the bloody ? my butcher knife lingo
Rips you to pieces ? unos, dose, tres, quatro, cinqo ? holes in your back
Burn you to death ? charcoal - black ashes attack your soul with an axe

Jus' because you're dead ? doesn't mean you're really dead
I'd rather kill you in the afterlife instead
You ain't getting no peace ? but rest in peace
Pieces ? one thousand parts at least ? the maggots in hell will feast
You'll be deceased at least three times before the pain begins to decrease...


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