Necro - 24 Shots Lyrics
[Verse One]My shit's straight vileYou're mild, you've got no styleI won't be impressed or you possessed by balielI make beats like surgeons resumeTo stitch up your woundsInside the emergency roomThey must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tombYou see in the clergy soonI'm taking this rap game serious from the startMake your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heartPlaying *****ing GodLacerating to pieces to of lardLike vultures ripping Jesus apartYou're chopped up and divided in cubesMy tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopesThe human body gore who the ***** created it?Veins and brains are insane and so creative shitSatanic organsMelodies of morbidnessOver the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissedYou rap like a cadaverThere's no life in youI should stick a knife in youRight through your windpipe will do[Chorus 2x]24 shots in your headI know you're dead but I want to make sure you're deadSo I pump 4 more in your headWith 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 crackersAnd jumping jacks wrapped into one attackThis year, is just another point in timeAnother year time devourers the joints in your spineUntil you're stressedWith no credentials leftJust your essential breath and the potential deathIt's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and riflesCaught up in the cycle of psychosIt's when your life goesI'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'emson you're ain't fronting on my albumSpitting on your *****es titsThey shift the shitMy pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique[Chorus][Verse 3]Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered youWith the impact of Necro's rapIt's morbid true, in factNow since the person is a poet created grim probated 'em like mainguetchesmaking me end of the grangeI've had a profane effectMy angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neckMy first radio coverage introduced you to being blugingAnd took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thuggingNow I've got hundreds lovingWho would have thought I be considered the greatest catExplaining the verbal on slawNow everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or afreestyle where I wreck the respected[Chorus]DIE!
