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Necro - White Slavery lyrics
Typed by slater_125@hotmail.com * send corrections to the typist Frank Zito, Tamma, For Ralphus (For Ralphus) Natacha Dinatelli, Shout out to Saddam do it, (laughing) [Hook - Necro] White slavery when bitches get put under seige shoved into a van and kidnapped right from the street never to be seen again by any of their peeps just a victim buried deep in the world of creeps who roam through alleyways accociating with freaks you'll never be found but cops will be searching for weeks looking for leaks, hoping somebody speaks while your brain is washed and your memory they delete [Verse 1 - Ill Bill] Woman need to be loved, injected with needles and drugs subjected to torture and kidnapped they need to succumb it's proven, I feed em dog food, they prefer human make 'em savagely beat each other bloody for my amusement It's all fun and games, I keep 'em handcuffed in chains sexually make 'em do the most disgusting things starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat each others brains changed and deranged, stores begin to seem like nothings strange while retarded acquaintances get fist fucked and raped covered in lighter fluid, lit up and ingulfed in flames sound proof walls guarantee to muffle your screams squirm on a shit stained mattres in a puddle of pee selling you to the highest bidder for a bundle of D and Imma be a scumbag till I'm a hundred and three throw you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya teeth smothered in chloroform, you wake up smothered in creeps [Hook] [Verse 2 - Necro] I'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, they don't understand english but they understand pain, It's the language of anguish your situations hopeless, decieved into dancing topless then force you into prostitution with coke heads police keep the silence while you sleep with clients you prostest you won't eat and you get beat like a child does and when your destroyed like woman from Latvia you'll be sold to the muslim part of Bosnia by the mafia from where there is no return forever you'll be on ya knees labeled a coffee table in leather we have no hearts with mafiosy, evil like Bella Lugosi white slavery O.G.'s that own police full of hate, Spanish midgets pull you out of crates kidnapped woman dangled from chains their fate to be raped killers with Frank Zito cuts deliver slaves in vans from Iran that's delicacy like a gorilla's liver like the stench of a roach we'll bring it to you critics fowl like a blowgun and a naked chick in a trenchcoat chopping your feet of, don't shut the beat off leave it, believe it we're coming to cut the meat off and meat cleave it |
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