Correction Paroles Riz Mixtape Freestyle ’97 par Necro

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Live from Bosnia, Brooklyn, this is field marshal Necro
Peep the sermon of vermin
Big evil shout to DJ Riz, Non Phixion, east New York goons
And for all you comatose motherf**kers - take some krill
And revive or fall.. this sh*t

For us stayin' ripped's a must on hits of dust
Swappin' spit with stunts, life revolves around tits and c**ts
After a joint or two I'll be peepin' you through point of view
sl*t, I'd like you to meet someone special;
Introduce my groin to you
When you wake up at night hearin' foot steps in ya head
It'll be me comin' to whack you or Sammy Davis back from the dead
These streets are sick, filled with villain shenanigans
That rock wigs and f**k mannequins that look like Laura Branigan
Reverend Manson, I'mma burn with ya
Cause I can't be holy when Jesus
Looks like a homeless n***a being tortured on furniture
Sick like an organ lick
Compliment the hate demented scene where some gets
Their organs chopped off quick
I'm two hits, I'm Styx - for your own funeral you're tardy
When the knifes rammed in ya back you'll be
Shocked like a surprise party
Kill you like cancer sticks
Turn your chest into a clock and leave your tits
Swinging bloody, left to right like a dancer's hips
You're not my equal, d**k - the projects made my people sick
Pimpin' a '76 Ford LTD, bumpin' some evil sh*t
"Who the f**k is the euro-felon, son?"
To me you're just gelatin titties hangin' from skeleton
Necro's the way to go, every dirt-bag, sl*t and player know
Cause I keeps it brutal like the pit up inside a Slayer show
Kill ya self, why wait?
South of Heaven - migrate
Gettin' sucked off's my fate, nine outta ten people I hate
There ain't much that could make me barf, kid
After livin' seven years in the Glenwood project
Roach-infested apartment
Genuine sicko, gore imperial
By the time this message reaches you
Millions of rappers will be corpse material
Peep the murder story, me introducing ya circulatory to purgatory
You shall be my sl*t forever curled
In the corners of my netherworld; my dressed up in leather girl
c*ck back the hammer-on
Brooklyn's an amazon where n***as like Dapper Don
In a coffin headed forever Abaddon
Had to make me grab the burner, take two pulls, then mug
Now ya full of slugs, full of drugs, pull the plug
Can't insult the cult and not expect a snuff bullet or stab
Voodoo curse put on your life, inflicting disease in your flab
Pull out on me - I'll yank that sh*t from you and pistol whip you
Violence always on a n***a mind when Mephisto is in you
Marijuana shall be the end of me
I'm practicin' balance walkin' on the castrated testicles
Of my enemies
f**k the constitution! It ain't about sh*t
Stuck in court with no justice, while
The judge rocks a grim reapers outfit
Legal AIDS, the name fits 'em: these f**ks are like legal diseases
That do nothin' for you but hurt you in the system
I received order of protection forms, the courts insist on 'em
Them sh*ts are yellow, but they'll be yellow regardless
After I p*ss on them
But f**k that piranha known as your Honor
It'd be my honor to dead him like Kurt Cobain from Nirvana

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