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Necro - Youre Dead

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[verse 1]

Ahhhhhh, necro!

Yo, the most morbid overdose off it

Like cindy crawfords baby comatose in the coffin

Im awful, often unlawful

Crack you with a softball in your skull

Until youve lost all your memory, every morsel

Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street

While you duplicate, repeat

Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat

Ive got a gun to pull

And Im comfortable

Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull

Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld

Where bigger hoes than you didnt come to your girl

Bustin off like Im huntin for squirrels

A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls

And thats that, you bullshit artists

Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack

Through an intruders chest right through the flesh

Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap

Like hookers from budapest



Chorus:

Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead

Dead

Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre so dead

And thats what I said

Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead

Dead

Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead

(so dead) thats what I said



[verse 2]

Ill bills seen demons in back of taxi cabs

My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab

Or a crack drag or black flag

Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide

You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive

Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated

Then some other motherfucker levitated

Talkin bout some vampire shit like hes dedicated

Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated

Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos

Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes

Its like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you

Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine

And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i

Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry

And we all sick, quick to torture you,

Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat

Like you sniffed a pound of coke, youre startin to choke



Chorus

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