You`re Dead lyrics

Artist  : Necro 
Song : You`re Dead



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[Verse 1]
Ahhhhhh, necro!
Yo, the most morbid overdose off it
Like cindy crawford`s baby comatose in the coffin
I`m awful, often unlawful
Crack you with a softball in your skull
Until you`ve lost all your memory, every morsel
Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
While you duplicate, repeat
Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
I`ve got a gun to pull 
And I`m comfortable 
Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of
your skull
Your life is not refundable, stumble into the
underworld
Where bigger hoes than you didn`t come to your
girl
Bustin off like I`m huntin for squirrels 
A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a
hundred curls
And that`s that, you bullshit artists 
Can catch an ascap when you clap right through
your knapsack backpack
Through an intruder`s chest right through the
flesh 
Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap 
Like hookers from Budapest

Chorus:
You`re dead dead, you`re dead dead,  you`re dead
dead
Dead
You`re dead dead, you`re dead dead, you`re so
dead
And that`s what I said
You`re dead dead, you`re dead dead, you`re dead
dead
Dead
You`re dead dead, you`re dead dead, you`re dead
dead
(So dead) that`s what I said

[Verse 2]
Ill Bill`s seen demons in back of taxi cabs
My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
Or a crack drag or Black Flag
Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide 
You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive
Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the
dream accelerated
Then some other motherf**ker levitated
Talkin bout some vampire sh*t like he`s dedicated
Decapitated that f**kin faggot then I celebrated
f**kin with me you f**kin with psychos
Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope,
you know how life goes
It`s like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind
is set to kill you
Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken
glass of wine
And under the path of disaster of a bastard by
design the blast and I 
f**k these bit*hes, love the cash and cry
And we all sick, quick to torture you,
Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you`re startin
to choke

Chorus