Necro Portrait of a Death Rapper Lyrics

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Pushead created, sedated like a dusthead, it's Necro, i hustled and made it. Slice your face like the Nike swoosh, spittin' violent haikus, like the Yakuza bruising you through Wushu like Bruce. My sharp box cutters make you look like Carcass covers, I'm
an emperor like Marcus Aurelius, barking orders. Like Joe Clark holding a Louisville Slugger, watching you in the dark, like narcs undercover, parked. I'm the darkest discovered, creating art grotesque like Quark Express, we're motherfuckers that fuck
mothers. Leave my cock stuffed in her crotch good, rob you like Foxwoods, buck you like Tupac would, in the cut like peroxide, or vodka applied on the eyes of a boxer bludgeoned, you're a dead faggot like Rock Hudson, the portrait. (chorus) His portrait
hanging, face betraying, wicked gleaming, eyes of Satan (repeat) Verse 2--You turn from pretty, to pretty gross, to shitty smelling when decomposed. Hold ya nose from comatose to a ghost. Like Glenn Close, if you look like her don't come close, no one
comes closer to being a corpse than Anna Nicole. The nature of death sneaks up on you like ATF, take a breath, might be the last one left. If i hate you, i'll fling you off a skyscraper, scraped off the pavement, disintegrate ya like the laser in a light
saber. You'll hit the street like a movie dummy, you dummy, now you're a non-moving mummy, with a removable tummy. Snuff you like Chavez, like volcano lava, burnin' ya vena cava, you cadaver, gore like Mario Bava. Chained and gagged,maimed and dragged,
cops zipping up the remains in a bag, the brains of a fag. Your whole physical entangled in chunks of metal like a wire, my lyrics will mangle your Kangol, the portrait. (repeat chorus)

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