Текст, перевод и аккорды “Underground”
- Underground I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they... Yo man Mother Fuckers are clowns man; Hip-hop's too nice It's too pretty What are you gonna do to it Necro? Take a razor, and slice it! Yo peep this shit like this Kill the head kill the body and knows who i'ma ruin When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receiving Brain washing has officially begun Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like reruns It's raining, as God pisses on earth I drop bile like a vagina dismisses on birth Devour my shower that's golden I'm puffing the sacks golden Smolden the flesh that holding the fresh cancer infested colon How can I make my point to you fools? I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof and on his chest it says Necro rules I'm a blow the constitution My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution Your eyes are blinded once the acid hits You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and flashed her tits Life is shady G In 1976 my parents created me I've been flipping since 1983 I always took pain as a game When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror to see my brain Wonder why I'm like an icicle? At 5 I was hit by a car riding my tricycle A hit and run son Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches Making me vicious Peeping cretons with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious Running through glen in PJ's as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death. Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I'm killing you You're unhealthy your a felon PO checks your Bladder You're an addict; if you beat me I'll deliver you dead on a platter The customer's always right but this time the customers left On a stretcher gasping for breath Cipher flows like rolly polly Kill yourself slowly plus you're already dead if you're homely So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so pray Most of New York's population is filled with metal patients Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients Got them raping by the pile Watch out for goons of bile infested with smiles and dreams of molesting your child You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit is thick You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis You need to puff a bag of dro's when listening to brutal shit like this You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty bitch Make sure your girl's syphilis is clean before I slide my tongue up And I, don't you dare ruin my dinner My ventriloquism hits you like ism Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed blades butcher with sadism I rip your gat when I twist my wrists 1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fist's Rammed up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast Blast scum up your BC masks And dirty flash pipes flash Pulling and coming in side like sluts like Kimberly Drumming You know the steez, I slay my prey Day by Day Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit Rocking Tim's on razor on the tip Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip I'm fascinated with Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not Some one to have patients with I'm better off Letting off Two clips at you face set it off To decide is better off Dead it off Inject 'till you feel correct Feel the effects of my hex Force you to have sex with techs Chopped at funeral next Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy is cheaper The violence hits you like a spliff spreading some holy pop Penetrate your skull like an obituary slowly we ride You'll soon be fractions and numerators Of a denominator when I play dominator When you're dead with brains and bomb grenades Keeping Vietnam through Vader Futuristic butcher CD bomb cremator Your spine cracks in 3 D like Imax You won't be superman no more feel the pain climax No Anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack Fine pack mixed with foible boatel liquid And a razor blade dime sack Nothing numbs like your future thumbs I threw you in a wheel chair your a plumb A pebble, a worm, a snail I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorosime when you inhale Uhhhhh Uhhhhhh Uhhhhhh Another blunt filled with dust And another blunt filled And another blunt filled And another blunt filled with dust Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin That's the second time a nigger tried to kill me I'm starting to feel important For some cats smile Ain't their style But there's
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