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Necro
Your F****n' Head Split
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Hip-Hop
Your F****n' Head Split è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 1999 da Psycho+Logical-Records come parte dell'album Your F****n' Head Split / Rugged Shit - EP
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[Verse 1]
Yo, yeah, uh
Now this the shit right here
Yeah, this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this shit up
Real fucking loud
[Verse 2]
Drinking the bile out your pancreas
The fanciest, cancerous talking lyricist
Pack a shank on the hip, you're a skanky bitch
Slit your wrist, clitoris if you're inhibited
I'll piss in your syphilis incubus, Mr. Death
Doctor Demise, Surgeon Slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You're whack if you don't appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise
He's trife, it's a demonic device
The chronic you light, inhale for those in jail
To those that beef, get impaled and buried in snails
My brain's charred like burnt flesh is scarred
Ripping your breast apart, digest your heart
Die
[Verse 3]
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know that my shit's too sick?
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
You might get your whole fucking head split
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
Yo, you know my shit's too sick
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
You might get your whole fucking head split
[Verse 4]
Terrorize your whole clique, make you suck on your own tits
I spit the cancer our, grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot
Blow your brains on the seats, varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine dust and weed, kill you slowly, it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in your skull for the stress, feeling numb in your chest
Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety
An axe, a MAC, a blackjack or bad crack
Right upside your fucking head for talking shit about this kid
You bled sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead
Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes
I'm toxic, my topics are gothic
Morbidity, you can't get rid of me
The reason this humidity is shit to me
So kill yourself and write a note
Right before the noose wraps tight around your throat
Your windpipe is choked
New York is filled with transvestites in coats
Helpless wenches controlled and sacrificing goats
It's death for these second street derelicts
Repping it, selling shit malevolent
Mere felons kid, I got three in the fam
Me and my man will beat you with hands
Leave you beneath the sand
You're sinking quickly, I'm thinking I'm sickly
I need medication, the cadavers are getting stinky
[Verse 5]
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick?
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
You might get your whole fucking head split
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
Yo, you know my shit's too sick
Kid, you know you can't fuck with this
Might get your whole fucking head split
[Verse 6]
Fucking head split
Fucking head split
Fucking head split
Written by: Necro

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