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Death Rap
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Hip-Hop
Death Rap was released on September 21, 2004 by Psycho+Logical-Records as a part of the album The Pre-Fix For Death
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Release DateSeptember 21, 2004
LabelPsycho+Logical-Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Necro
Necro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Necro
Necro
Composer
Ron Braunstein
Ron Braunstein
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It starts with your intestines and germs
Next you're a cadaver infested with worms
Man's destiny, it's best that he learns
My axe intervenes, hackin' through your veins
Like you're in between the railroad track and the train
A bullet in the back of your brain, simple and plain
Like back in the days when cats didn't play
They'd wack you and not explain
Demeaning Jesus
You're ripped to pieces by hyenas
With teeth like tweezers
I speak death like seniors with diseases
Pack insane guns, dead, you like Hussein's son
Don't fuck with me, I only say it once
Like the end of Casino, two bats seize your spine, gory
Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories
Insane like a brainless convict
You're dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic
Honored, you hate this, god couldn't save us
Performing autopsy on you like Chris Reifert and Jonathan Davis
[Verse 2]
Death rap
That's the rap I kick
Don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nothing like this
Death rap
It be the most morbid
After we finish with you, kid, you need a closed coffin
Death rap
Not just on this track
It's a movement I represent, much more rugged than you
Death rap
I'm the last of a dyin' breed
Diss me, you must be dyin' to bleed
[Verse 3]
I walk with the living dead
Witness the ditches that bitches dipped in red
Description is the picture of witches and women givin' head
I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist
Regardless if the topic's Necrodamus or Sabacolypse
The logic is I'm played over shot through your esophagus
Remove you from the earth, you get hurt for poppin' shit
We buy clips to they basics, slap the shit out of racists
Crack they teeth on the curve, spit and piss in they faces
I got clips in the basement, guns and plenty ammunition
If you push the wrong buttons, you gon' to send me on a mission
And if that's the case, I'ma bash your face
Then reverse the positive, become a basket case
I blast for days, come and burn down your house
That's the way I get down when you take food out my mouth
I got my revolutionary ways, fightin' to eat
For being poor back in the days and survivin' the streets
[Verse 4]
Death rap
That's the rap I kick
Don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nothing like this
Death rap
It be the most morbid
After we finish with you, kid, you need a closed coffin
Death rap
Not just on this track
It's a movement I represent, much more rugged than you
Death rap
I'm the last of a dyin' breed
Diss me, you must be dyin' to bleed
[Verse 5]
I represent the death rap, get your head cracked open
I represent the death rap, get your head cracked open
Written by: Ron Braunstein
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