NECRO - Burn The Groove To Death lyrics

rate me

Yo, insult the coat you'll fit this casket

I'ma break a cassette tape and stab you with the plastic

so bleed beautifully, roll up your shirt strap on a belt

start shootin' me but draw no blood

peep like a water bug

peep the gore with blood, roll with a horde of thugs

necro the lord of drugs

pay me for death till you got no brains cells left

no fit, rippin' a prison up in your crib

yo you dead kid, no brass or tassel left

I'll leave my beef bloody

I cook it red, your future is as good as dead

I'll shove my blade in, so you could fade out

your trapped in a time that's played out, so check the date out

you're a pussy that no one ate out, while my brains on fast foward

you're a victim and you don't even know it

the evil poet, you got no hands

you can't catch it when I throw it

depression makes you cut dimes

until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs

cause everyday, is judgment day for me

cause humans that don't know me get scared and run away from me

it's trife hate, host the remote control the life

channel your energy cut thru your clothes like a soldier's knife

while the average front, I'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt

I'd rather be blunt so violate the fact you wanna die is great

watch me annihilate

I got insanity inside a jar and I'm dropping it off the empire state

cause you touchin the mics in justice, in muskets we trust kid, so bust clip

the verbal open, my philosophy is molten

cause my pupils can only see a world unwholesome, insulting, repulsive, revolting

let's risk it for piles of green, with, sadistic violent schemes

twisted like silent screams, I have a determination and

seeing your termination to extermination, cold like a frozen igloo

your rubber room is closing in on you

the chosen jig you, death, is, fucking you insane

you'll get nothing from my pockets

the only thing you got sewn up is your eye sockets

so play dead as I color you blood red

give up the bread or I'll put a hole in your fuckin skull large like a Huge alien head

incinerate the beat till' it's six feet deep

then do a jesus on em, like the crucifix, repeat, now watch me

Better give it up kid, burn the groove to death say yeah yeah

Better give it up kid, burn the groove to death say yeah yeah

The hour glass is filled with blow, sniff your time away

sink into the snow and suffocate your face, the mind decays

string the brains the spine will pay, there's no burden vermin vaccination

I'm doing your life's bid and imagination, BITCH I don't gotta answer you

how bout' I cancel you? Bury you with Satan, smoke up and do a dance for you

morbid shit, keep me poppin' on your guts G

watch your step its slippery when bloody, I'm bleeding sin

its cancer in the air, you'll breathe it in

my whole scheme is to achieve a win

slice you leave you with un-even skin

it's apparent your transparent you can't conceal your lies

your synthetic like women that are really guys

you got Jeff Heely's eyes, fuck you in your cunt group

I'll bring murder right to your front stoop, touch you with a comatosin' correct

I'll propose a toast to your death, I hope you'll decompose with one breath

I suppose I'll infest, I doubt your mine

peep the poison here's enough for an amount to die

and the holes in your body you ain't got enough fingers to count that high

after you lose, swallow my chief of rings you'll be crying

so much your putrid smelling body will be washed clean

rippin the mics allowed to do with pride

it's necessary to bury involuntary like mandatory suicide, government style

there's nothing more fresh than a skull covered with flesh

I'm dressed not to impress I'm cold laughing G

I'm so fly the SWAT team's after me

cause everywhere I go I bring a blood bath with me

peep the creak creak, yo hemaglobin's cheap

just look for it it's skin deep

bitchnigga next to you got eight accessible pints you can keep

peep the black market, your girl and there ain't nothin' but a target

I'll Gin start you up mark you with an exclamation

jig you the jug and I don't need no explanation

its all exploitation my slang has no expiration

bloodied up you're a sight for sore eyes

you'll be screaming for me when your cuts get basted in sodium chloride

I'm pulling your cards kid, I see the Ace of Spades

death is in your future watch it parade to your face with blades

the reels reviled your face in the jiffy bag is sealed

would it kiss up to disease, I'm on a H.G Louis blood feast

I run with the insane type your life is like water floating down the drain pipe

a scream or cries cracked feind demise

open up your eyes and breathe between the lies

a flick, imagine light up a kid a whole drum kit

till there's no life

and theres a spike infested with 2 pieces of crooked wood now beat me

burn the groove to death kid, gonna burn the groove say yeah yeah

burn the groove to death kid, gonna burn the groove say yeah yeah