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I'm Your Idol Lyrics - Brutality, Part 1 - Necro

I'm Your Idol 

 

I rock a pair of butter Nikes 

And blood drips on my kicks when the boxcutter strikes - your flesh 

Your skin is tender, it's shredded like it's in a blender 

The red drips from your head, in the tint of magenta 

You're left gory, cats that be thugging or bugging 

if they bring it towards me, reverse it 

Take a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it 

at someone else that will flip on you and stab you for respect kid 

Your idol, your average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned 

I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a coffin 

Cut up like diamonds, shut up when I'm rhyming or get 

Your mouth blown off don't get me upset 

You walking vaginas, talking like miners, you're spineless 

Looking for Necro's, looking for trouble you'll find it 

So die quick, you bitches need the Heimlich 

From sucking my dick, now drop the recital I'm your idol 

When I rhyme - fuck it, I kick raps like a slime bucket 

I kick back getting blowed by a dime - suck it 

You think whack, while me - my minds rugged 

I see it's my time to bludgeon I take a nine and buck it 

You suckers, die slowly, respect me like I'm holy, Godly - the one and only 

Hardly able to be played, I'm from BK 

I need blades for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid 

If you talk shit about me you can't relate 

I'm a teacher - I'll beat ya - I got a degree in hate 

So kill yourself, before somebody else 

Kills you - before you get the chance to, you should be dealt 

The cause of death, by your own flesh 

You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't argue with you, you know best 

There's no test I haven't passed 

You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver fast 

That's what you want, that's what you get 

wana get cut off? We'll cut off your head 

I offer instead the chance to turn your body around in the stands 

Now facing me you must learn to follow my commands 

Fuck back packers! You fudge-packers 

shout outs to thugs and cats that pack axes 

Death to new jacks, you're gassed 'cause you made a track 

Your ass, you get played and cracked and the blade'll be shoved in your back 

Break his fucking face!! Now kid 

bash it, smash it, he asked for it slash it 

But I might get caught? So what? 

Do it anyway, bring the onslaught everyday 

It's like I gota kill somebody, now matter how hard I try to be good 

I can't, you won't let me - now start getting deadly 

Grab the buck knife - fuck life 

fuck him, fuck you - now tell me what's the price!? 

25 to life or you living? I'd rather you see dead 

Good riddance - your head fucking splitting 

Release aggression, swing a fist 

blast a gun, crack a bat - over somebody's back 

I'll never be done ever - that's how Satan made it 

Created all of us to be filled with hatred 

Pain and anger buck off the banger 

Fuck off you piece of shit I'll strangle ya' 

You getting cracked in the face with brass knuckles on my fist 

Fuck you - you're a bitch - I should stuff you in a ditch 

So puff a spliff - smoke your shit to this 

Get you open like a clitoris shove a knife in your tits 

Its not simplistic it's technical 

when someone sadistic stabs you in your ventricles 

Mad thought takes place should I stab him in the face or in the waist? 

You get replaced and erased 

Now face the burners G one hundred bullets enter your body 

Now you're dead for eternity you can't come back 

When you're stabbed like a thumb tack I'm addicted to gats 

Like uncle Howie does crack so spark the stem 

And I'ma teach you kids why your carcass is a gem 

Study the bloody my butcher knife lingo 

Rips you to pieces unos, dose, tres, quatro, cinqo holes in your back 

Burn you to death charcoal - black ashes attack your soul with an axe 

Jus' because you're dead doesn't mean you're really dead 

I'd rather kill you in the afterlife instead 

You ain't getting no peace but rest in peace 

Pieces one thousand parts at least the maggots in hell will feast 

You'll be deceased at least three times before the pain begins to decrease... 

 

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