The Pre-Fix For Death - Necro

The Pre-Fix For Death - Necro

  • Albüm: The Pre-Fix For Death

  • Yayın yılı: 2004
  • Dil: İngilizce
  • Süre: 3:48

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The Pre-Fix For Death

Necro

Yo, yo the mater of puppets

Cats burning your corpse in acid in buckets

Attracted to ruckus, like magnets

I Cro-Mags' pits, I’m bangin St. Agnes

Satan The Baptist

Sacrilegious, like Charlie

Rugged, like Harley Davidson bikes

Or Kerry Kings' spikes, terror show no mercy

Iller than Percy Miller, no one will reverse me

Necro, Logical-Psycho

Burning you with highly flammable nitro

Glycerin, your Michael on a motorcycle

Interesting, a programmable micro

Chip attached to the back of your neck, some D shit

Brainwashing you like Creasy Silo, cuz you weren’t appreciative

And you’re to pissy to live

Double bass, courtesy of Away from Voivod

I will destroy God

Along with any other myth or Messiah you created to control me

It’s all a game like a point guard

I stay rebellious, like pipe bombs

Being thrown at the police in Belfast

You’ll be known as deceased

After we buck you with heavy metal like HellFest

Crushing you’s my mission to leave you a morbid stiff

Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs

Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh

Concerto of Sickness, Classical Acid

The Pre-Fix for Death

Some Ralphus shit

Gouging eyes, like a doctor on a malpractice trip

Chopping at the hood of your coat

Stomping your mental with a foot note, and an asterix

Filthy, like Madonnas gums

Beat you, like Tama Drums when the drama comes

Hydrochloric, low-budget gore flick

Similar to the ones that Troma funds

Metal Hip-Hop

The fusion of real rap, with real guitar shit no illusions

No fake shit

I live both cultures, so when I make shit the result is gruesome

A hustler, I used to sell home grown weed

Now I proceed, put in my time into moving CDs

Like I’m aerobic-grinding like agoraphobic nosebleed

Carve ya, I began as lava

Now I’m your father on the cover of Revolver

Devastate you like Antonio Tarver

Disintegrate you, cremate you, dissolve ya

I got bitches enslaved in cargo

My shit’s brutal like Dave Lombardo on a drum kit

My voice is distinct like Don Pardo

Like Manson on Geraldo

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