Текст (слова) песни: Necro - 24 Shots

 
[Verse One] 
My shit`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 fucking 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 fuck created it? 
Veins and brains are insane and so 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] 
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 
 
[Chorus] 
 
DIE!
 

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24 Shots