Underground lyrics

Artist  : Necro 
Song : 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 moons

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 above
the constitution

My shit stays bubbled like
light burned flesh

My rhymes are acid on
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 prey

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
pissim 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 fists

Ran 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 something so evil

About seeing a murderous smile with vile

Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a
laxative

It will eat you up inside like you
swallowed maggots by accident

I mean line to
main-tain I’m fighting the biggest fight in my
life

You got a black glock with the extra
clip when shit gets 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 drones when
listening to brutal shit like this

You
gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a
nasty bitch

You fucking dirt bags



Repeat till fade



I keep straining
my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is
digging underground