Текст, перевод и аккорды “Push It To The Limit”
- feat. Jamey Jasta [Necro] We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps' Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off My perspective is respect this or expect To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections 'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick fucks We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it Go all out, push it to the limit [Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta] Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished Up and up the limit, past the point of no return Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it [Necro] Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went If I'm wrong you could be dead right When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss Demonic, like when the last day in October hits You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex You're not living forever, I'll bet you How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit [Chorus] [Necro] You tremble from the brutality Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality Bring your big posse You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children Write your will out to your attorney After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly You're repulsively corrosive Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit [Chorus]
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