Circle of Tyrants, Matt Harvey, Igor Cavalera, Alex Skolnick - Necrotura lyrics

Dirty deeds get done dirt cheap for 2Gs
Blades inserted deep in your throat
Murdered in your sleep
Rock you like a hurricane, a berzerk fighter
Old school like Dirkschneider
Pants tighter than a vagina
I used to rock North Face and Polos
Puffing a spliff in the PJs
Bumping Cliff Burton bass solos
Rugged like Dickinson on Trooper
Sell my cold? fate demons to get you
Demons to get you
Diamond, Simmons, and Cooper
You're homosexual on some Marilyn shit
The plan is to damage you like
Vinnie Darrell on the kit
You'll get beat up
All of human destiny's fucked
I love Metal, rep it to Death
Rest in peace Chuck
The Final Countdown, lots of depression
Your beats are weak
Your clique is Flotsam and Jetsam
I'm like Skolnick
Doing arpeggios that saw through your head
Piggy, you'll live forever like the
Back is Coy Shreds?

We raise up, like bullets out of arrows
Like kings and pharaohs, live in the shadows
We the poison in the tip
Of an assassin's arrow
Your demise will be the death of an asshole
Of a fucking douchebag
You're the perfect example
Get murdered and trampled
Stomped into the dirt
Anybody makes a move, and everybody gets hurt
I'm like gamma radiation reputation's
The cornerstone of respect
Disrespect, I'll put a fucking hole in
Your dome or your chest coke is the best
It'll make you more money than Jesus
And turn your heart colder than ice
That's up in your freezer
I'm like Mao Zedong and Joe Stalin
Exploding violence suck my dick on a
Throne flooded with diamonds
Have my own people destroyed, raped
And shredded
A combination of Ho Chi Minh, Hussein
And Lenin the Circle of Supertyrants in
A race for weapons pay for your love and you
Always shall remain a legend

Into the Void
Stab you till your skin is deployed
Punches send you out Fletchers like 's chords
Goretex To Mega Therion your flesh too gored
Into the Crypt of Rays I’m a drifter
I shall be reborn
Feast on the Carcass like Bill Steer
From the projects, strong to the morgue dog
I'm like acid, I kill fear cause of destiny
Caught with your face splattered
Incision mechanic
Travis Bickle sick with a Magnum
The addict for killing
My works all displayed in the city
Kabbalah appetite
Initiation burns on their titty
I'm like the mad scholar
Cutting through chicks is groovy
Fuck with the goons, pump 22 in your kufi
Young Cronos, handing over doses to groupies
Mind control in a cloak like a
Flash from a bad movie
Loose edit's, during credit's
It's just me and the UZI
Executioner, hang them fuckers in
Shacks in the boonies!