NECRO - I'm Your Idol lyrics

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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 cuz 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...