Necro Your Fuckin' Head Split Lyrics

Your Fuckin' Head Split lyrics
(necro)

Yo, yeah, uh
Yeah this tha shit right here
Yeah this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this shit up, real fuckin loud

Drinkin a bile at your pancriest the fanciest talkin lyricist pack a shank on the hips
Your a skanky bitch slit your wrist clitoris if your inhibited i'll piss in your syphillis incubus
Mr. death Dr. demize surgeon slice you'll die really slowly if you don't appreciate life your wack if you dont appreciate knives the way a knife slices percise its trife its a domonic device
The chronic you light inhale for those in jail to those that beef get impaled and buried in snails my brains charred like burnt flesh your scarred rippin your breast apart digest your heart die

(chorus)necro/the kid joe

Kid you know you cant fuck with this dont you know that my shits too sick kid you know you cant fuck with this you might get ya whole fuckin head split. X2

So rise your whole clit make you suck on your own tits now spit the cancer out grab a glock call me sir manson a lot blow your brains on the seats faracose veins on the streets cocaine dust and weed kill you slowly its a must you bleed pop a vein in your skull from the stress feel the numb in your chest anxiety attack murder you with a variety an axe a mack a black jack a bat crack
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Right upside your fuckin head for talkin shit about this kid you bled sadistic in red my biscuit pumps lead cock it obnoxious your chopped up in boxes im toxic my topics are gothic
Morbidity you cant get rid of my the reason is humidity is shit to me so kill yourself and right a note right before the news wraps tied around your throat your windpipe is choked new york is filled with transvestites in coats helpless wenches controlled and sacrificin goats its depth forty-second street deralits reppin it sellin shit malevolent man felons kid i got three in the fam me and my man with beat your with hands leave you beneath the sand your sinkin quickly im thinkin im sickly i need medication the cadavers are gettin stinky

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