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Necro - Riz Mixtape Freestyle '97 lyrics
live from Bosnia Brooklyn this is field Marshall necro keep the sermon a burnin big evil shout to dj riz non phixion east new york and for all you comatose motherfuckers take some crill and revive up for this shit for us stay ripped a must dawn hits of dust swappin spit wit stunts like we bother round tits and cunts after a joint or two ill be peepin u through point of view slut id like to meet someone special introduce my groin to you when u wake up at night and hearin foot steps in ya head it'll be me comin to whack u or sammy davis back form the dead these streets are sick filled with villain shenanigans that rock wigs and fuck Manicheans that look like Robert rannigan reverend Manson imma burn with you because i cant be holy when Jesus looks like a homeless nigga bein tortured on furniture sick like an organ lick compliment the need demented scenes where someone gets there organs chopped off quick im too hits im sick for your own funeral yur tardy when the knifes rammed in ya back your shocked like a surprise party kill you like cancer sticks turn yur chest into a clock and leave yur tits swinging bloody left to right like a dancers hips your not my equal dick the projects made my people sick pimpin since 76 ford ltd pumpin some evil shit who the fuckkk caress that yur a felon son to me yur just gelatin tittys hangin from skelaton necros the way to go every dirtbag slut and playa know casue i keeps it brutal like a pit up inside a slayer show kill ya self why wait south of heaven migrate gettin sucked off my fav night at ten people i hate them made lunch that would make me barf kid after livin seven years in the gleenwood projects roach infested apartment genuine sicko ur imperial by the time this message reaches you millions of rappers will be called material peep the murder story me introducing ya circulatory to purgatory you shall be my slut forever curled in the corner of my necro world my dressed up in leather girl cocked back the hammer on brooklyns an amazon when niggas like dappa don in a coffin headed forever don had to make me grab the burner take to pulls ta mug now ya full of slugs full of drugs pull the plug cant insult the cult and not expect a snuff bullet or stab brutal curse put on ya life inflicktin disease in ya flab pull out on me ill yank that shit from you and pistol whip you violence always on a nigga mind when mophisto is in you marijuana shall be the end of me im practicin bell and walkin on the castrated testicles of my enemies fuck the constitution it aint about shit stuck in court with no justice while the judge rocks the grim reapers outfit legal aids the name fits em these fucks are like legal diseases that do nuttin for you but hurt you in the system i received order of protection forms the courts insist on em them shits are yellow but they be yellow regardless after i piss on them but fuck that pirhhana known as ya honor it be my honor to dead em like kurt cobain form nirvana props to usty rizzo and all my loyal mental patients |
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