Youre Dead Lyrics by Necro

Youre Dead Lyrics



    [verse 1]
    Ahhhhhh, necro!
    Yo, the most morbid overdose off it
    Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
    I'm awful, often unlawful
    Crack you with a softball in your skull
    Until you've lost all your memory, every morsel
    Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
    While you duplicate, repeat
    Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
    I've got a gun to pull
    And i'm comfortable
    Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
    Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
    Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl
    Bustin off like i'm huntin for squirrels
    A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
    And that's that, you bullshit artists
    Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
    Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh
    Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
    Like hookers from budapest

    Chorus:
    You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
    Dead
    You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
    And that's what i said
    You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
    Dead
    You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
    (so dead) that's what i said

    [verse 2]
    Ill bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs
    My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
    Or a crack drag or black flag
    Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
    You and i collide, member suit and ties arrive
    Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
    Then some other motherfucker levitated
    Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
    Decapitated that fuckin faggot then i celebrated
    Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
    Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
    It's like a dice roll, i love the drama, my mind is set to kill you
    Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
    And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i
    Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry
    And we all sick, quick to torture you,
    Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
    Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you're startin to choke

    Chorus

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