Текст (слова) песни: Necro - 24 Shots

[Verse One]
My shit`s straight vile
You`re mild, you`ve got no style
I won`t be impressed or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch up your wounds
Inside the emergency room
They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb
You see in the clergy soon
I`m taking this rap game serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing fucking God
Lacerating to pieces to of lard
Like vultures ripping Jesus apart
You`re chopped up and divided in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes
The human body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane and so creative shit
Satanic organs
Melodies of morbidness
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world`s all been dissed
You rap like a cadaver
There`s no life in you
I should stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe will do

[Chorus 2x]
24 shots in your head
I know you`re dead but I want to make sure you`re dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you`re dead but I want to make sure you`re deader

[Verse Two]
My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack
This year, is just another point in time
Another year time devourers the joints in your spine
Until you`re stressed
With no credentials left
Just your essential breath and the potential death
It`s maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of psychos
It`s when your life goes
I`m done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I`m gonna stab `em
son you`re ain`t fronting on my album
Spitting on your bitches tits
They shift the shit
My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of Necro`s rap
It`s morbid true, in fact
Now since the person is a poet created grim probated `em like mainguetches
making me end of the grange
I`ve had a profane effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck
My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging
Now I`ve got hundreds loving
Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal on slaw
Now everyone`s objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
freestyle where I wreck the respected

[Chorus]

DIE!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Necro - 24 Shots [Verse One] My shit`s straight vile You`re mild, you`ve got no style I won`t be impressed or you possessed by baliel I make beats like surgeons resume To stitch up your wounds Inside the emergency room They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb You see in the clergy soon I`m taking this rap game serious from the start Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart Playing fucking God Lacerating to pieces to of lard Like vultures ripping Jesus apart You`re chopped up and divided in cubes My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes The human body gore who the fuck created it? Veins and brains are insane and so creative shit Satanic organs Melodies of morbidness Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world`s all been dissed You rap like a cadaver There`s no life in you I should stick a knife in you Right through your windpipe will do [Chorus 2x] 24 shots in your head I know you`re dead but I want to make sure you`re dead So I pump 4 more in your head With the Beretta you`re dead but I want to make sure you`re deader [Verse Two] My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack This year, is just another point in time Another year time devourers the joints in your spine Until you`re stressed With no credentials left Just your essential breath and the potential death It`s maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles Caught up in the cycle of psychos It`s when your life goes I`m done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I`m gonna stab `em son you`re ain`t fronting on my album Spitting on your bitches tits They shift the shit My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you With the impact of Necro`s rap It`s morbid true, in fact Now since the person is a poet created grim probated `em like mainguetches making me end of the grange I`ve had a profane effect My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging Now I`ve got hundreds loving Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat Explaining the verbal on slaw Now everyone`s objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a freestyle where I wreck the respected [Chorus] DIE! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 24 Shots: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/13697.html Все тексты песен: Necro » Necro - All Hotties Eat The Jizz » Necro - Reflection of Children Coming Up in the » Necro - Poetry in the Streets » Necro - WNYU Freestyle » Necro - Bitch Scream » Necro - Robbery » Necro - Murder Ya Life » Necro - Burn the Groove to Death » Necro - You`re All Dying » Necro - Gory Days » Necro - Wise Ass » Necro - The Most Sadistic » Necro - Get on Your Knees » Necro - Necro » Necro - WNYU 89.1 X-Mas Freestyle 12/23/1999 » Necro - Std » Necro - Freestyle » Necro - Rugged Shit » Necro - World Gone Mad » Necro - Sick of You Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Андриенко - Прощайте, девяностые года » Ирина Левинзон - Десять лет назад » Игорь Белый - Рамски Хо » Игорь Жук - Старый мастер » Игорь Демичев - Так быстро все. И » Игорь Тальков - Я вернусь » Ирина Левинзон - Дождь » Игорь Белый - Марш москвичей » Игорь Андриенко - Сам себе противоречу » Ирина Терентьева - Скоро новый день... » Игорь Андриенко - Между нынешним и настоящим » Иванушки International - Тучи » Игорь Андриенко - От января до января » Игорь Кузьмин, Владимир Рагимов - Пляши, монета, на ребре... » И.К.С.-Миссия - Каждая маленькая девочка » И.Кудикова - Долгими вечерами » Игорь Андриенко - Потеплело » Инструкция по выживанию - Герда бежала за Каем » Игорь Андриенко - Погости еще, Господь » Игорь Тальков - Маленькая планета
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