NECRO - Violins Of Violence lyrics

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[Screaming Woman]Go Home

Go Now In Peace

If you do not go now you will be

buried in this field I've seen

enough blood, but if you want more

I can't stop you I can only warn you

that it will be your blood not ours

[Necro]

Evil is annointed get disappointed

guillotine to your spleen you'll get

defeated you can't beat it join it (what?)

death comes in the worst way through satanic

wordplay here's a knife in your spine happy

birthday (bitch) bile lubrication crack vile

rejuvenation subdue my patient pursue cremation

insert a lance in your back through the circumstance

you're dead over your corpse I do a murder dance

I'm on stab you with a shank shaft my language is

filled with frankness and anguish you're anxious

greetings to all cretins to those bleeding from

repeated beatings I'm like the snake in Eden (ssss)

you down with necro be loyal or get strangled with a

'till you barf what goes around recoils my conversation

disects you like operation my obligation is to kill

nazis with concentration romance aint a slow dance it's

a slut with no pants sucking and holding my dick with

both hands put a gun to your pockets my steeze would

blind the eye piece of a high priest like the sun to

his sockets

Chorus-[Mr.Hyde]

Violins of violence will thrive on destruction it's

Necro abduction with Hyde corruption you flirt with

escape of death in the clip 'cause happy endings are

not in the script-x2

[Necro]

I drop english vocab distastefully gracefully with

a machete strapped at my hip I'm in the place to be

reppin brutality faithfully my religion's sin bash a

pigeon in I'm belligerant peace to all midgets in

america with short ligaments do your thing size don't

mean shit any nigga could win talkin out your ass is

great you'll get drastic hate force you to masticate

a fuckin plastic plate i got your brain through

acquisition now you're on the streets smokin crack on

a mission lookin like an apparition your death is like

angelic the splatterin of your guts makes a beautiful

pattern it's psychadelic kiss your last hundred dollars

bye your wallets mine scream holler cry you've been

disqualified my demented thoughts need to be vented

and sacremented your tendons blended is spendid

[chorus]-x2