NECRO

NECRO - Pit lyrics

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<i>[Intro:]</i>

Start a pit!

Start a pit!

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

I'm a dragon spitting out magma

Pop bangers, leave you like chopped angus

Hold an axe like Genghis Gun, I'm like a young Genghis Khan

Like a gang of ex-cons that hang up murder rates

Murder's great, snapping, clapping you up

Chew up flesh like werewolves yapping

Victims, who's up to bat? Smack em with a bat

Hack em into pieces, Jesus

Christ motherfuckers are pussy

Petrified, mortified, testified you all die

I'm the sort of guy that stays fortified

With a vest and a.45 wounds cauterized

Goons on the rise rebellion, one million felons yelling, "Necro, tell em! "

To hell with them, fuck politics

Buck at the cops, they can suck the cock

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Start a pit! Do it! Now! Yeah!

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>

Here's a shank and a snuff, stop acting tough

I don't like you, you're not gangster enough

I'm at peace with reality, I got a blood feast mentality

You're into bestiality, you fuck dogs and you suck logs

You're into buttplugs, you don't need drugs

So nice I'll buck you up with a flare gun

Fuck you up in a fair one, stomp you with Air Ones

You get carried away, you literally get carried away on a stretcher pitifully

My bad your honour, I know I fucked up

But killing a cop is a badge of honour

You're a queer in tights, dying like a deer in headlights

Strict with the nine like dead mice

Finally put your brain to sleep painfully

Kill you and laugh at you simultaneously

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 3:]</i>

Vintage, you're cutting edge in one package

Gun-clappers backwards like a sexually active attractive nun with a strap-on

Crucifix dildo haunting the chapel

People you don't want to street brawl or you'll bleed

All over the place like I hit your nose with a speed ball

Like a psycho in jail with the brain of Michael Dell

Hit your brain with a rifle shell

Shit like an ex-lax pill, crack your skull

I'll flip out like Axl Rose on Paxil

Don't need Source or XXL to excel my career, it's no career loss

Ride like a bicycle, smacked you up in high school

Like an icicle I'm ice cold

Foursomes in Toronto, orgies in Montreal, pervert, aren't we all?

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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