Goretex, Necro - DopeSick lyrics
[Goretex, Necro - DopeSick lyrics]
Hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak
I use your mom for drug
Runs in your pops truck chopped up
2 in the belly smellin' like rock
She tried to cook it up
The most depraved you playin' toast
To a pope with AIDS
With permanent fades, the surgical ones
Murderous ones made you a zombie
Syringe in your cap and you're froze
You came in the lab and got
Turned down like Natalie Cole
The massacre works for traffic and
Dirt the capital squirts
Y'all need some agents
Cats is really actors at birth
The Glenwood anthem
Nappy style cracked in the knees
20 deep stayin' thugged out
Like Reggae habibs
'Cause y'all some broke wrist
Rockin' tight suit's and gloves
And you got bitch tit's
Bigger then Bob from Fight Club
Get knifed up, your whole life's done
Media chance
Ziti in clams show money key in advance
Gore's back for war
Now you got a reason to dance
Faggot head cap be turned out
To candy ass yams
Hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I shatter your beak
I'm like the new Belushi
Thick sluts to young groupies
Knew this white bitch she used to
Smoke crack and love roofies
Stuck a fork in her
Pumpin' Manowar restraining order
Stalkin' Mandy Moore
Grammy style hit when I came off the tour
Some Amyl Nitrites we call
'em Poppers for short
Rehab for quitters ballin' ain't
No stoppin' the sport rock the advance
I cop the whore house in the loose figaro
With narcoleps and tourettes bitches
Like Deuce Bigalow off flavored contortions
Daughters and mothers often
From here to Portland
Morphine shots to teen abortions
Gore's law get checked in the sonogram
Certified specialized in the
Perks of mammograms
Run up in your mansion organized
Like we the Mansons
My life's a snuff flick cut in
With thug and drug anthems
Get your wig pushed back
Hair plugs like Ted Danson
Some uptown rush for dust
Blunts and fresh Branson
Blow off your shit, holdin' your clit
Panties pissed
Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch
Beavers to stitch, the secret you the tranny
Rapper prolly a bitch
Seein' your whole click, sewin' ya lips
Hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I shatter your beak hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak
I use your mom for drug
Runs in your pops truck chopped up
2 in the belly smellin' like rock
She tried to cook it up
The most depraved you playin' toast
To a pope with AIDS
With permanent fades, the surgical ones
Murderous ones made you a zombie
Syringe in your cap and you're froze
You came in the lab and got
Turned down like Natalie Cole
The massacre works for traffic and
Dirt the capital squirts
Y'all need some agents
Cats is really actors at birth
The Glenwood anthem
Nappy style cracked in the knees
20 deep stayin' thugged out
Like Reggae habibs
'Cause y'all some broke wrist
Rockin' tight suit's and gloves
And you got bitch tit's
Bigger then Bob from Fight Club
Get knifed up, your whole life's done
Media chance
Ziti in clams show money key in advance
Gore's back for war
Now you got a reason to dance
Faggot head cap be turned out
To candy ass yams
Hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I shatter your beak
I'm like the new Belushi
Thick sluts to young groupies
Knew this white bitch she used to
Smoke crack and love roofies
Stuck a fork in her
Pumpin' Manowar restraining order
Stalkin' Mandy Moore
Grammy style hit when I came off the tour
Some Amyl Nitrites we call
'em Poppers for short
Rehab for quitters ballin' ain't
No stoppin' the sport rock the advance
I cop the whore house in the loose figaro
With narcoleps and tourettes bitches
Like Deuce Bigalow off flavored contortions
Daughters and mothers often
From here to Portland
Morphine shots to teen abortions
Gore's law get checked in the sonogram
Certified specialized in the
Perks of mammograms
Run up in your mansion organized
Like we the Mansons
My life's a snuff flick cut in
With thug and drug anthems
Get your wig pushed back
Hair plugs like Ted Danson
Some uptown rush for dust
Blunts and fresh Branson
Blow off your shit, holdin' your clit
Panties pissed
Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch
Beavers to stitch, the secret you the tranny
Rapper prolly a bitch
Seein' your whole click, sewin' ya lips
Hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I shatter your beak hey yo Gore
Why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?
Fuck the world, I'm all about cash
You are what you eat
Why you pop so many pills
When you carryin' heat?
So the effect's in 3D when
I splatter your beak