Necro, Mr Hyde - Gruesome Twosome Freestyle lyrics
[Necro, Mr Hyde - Gruesome Twosome Freestyle lyrics]
Grimy thug shit the fuck you up shit
For all the creif in the
Crud with morphine in their blood peep me
reach inside my movie - pull a
Scene from the mud
Son, you dreaming you're thug
We'll hit your team with the scud
Missile, this'll fuck your pistol -
Laser beam in your jug
You're fuckin' with the wrong crew, son
Our demons will haunt you
Psycho+Logical cats'll blow a shot
Through your caps
Known for rockin' an axe, a dull sledge
We decapitate heads and hide
'em under our beds
Instead of shootin' Glocks
Put to use my toolbox
Pick up Phillips screw drivers
Stick and drillin' through visors
Hit like Brock Marion
You more like Maid Marian
Best use your brain savvy vs
A cat that's blade-carryin'
The grimiest thugs we'll rob the
Lint out your pants
Then won't deny to draw blood and
Leave your limbs in a cast
And if you keep testin' me you'll
Meet the recipe of treachery
Greeted by the Reaper
Seek your bleed-destiny
The belligerent Brooklyn-born and bred
Thugged-out sicko
With hatred for life ambitious
For change and pistols
Death Rap ambassador, the master of duckets
I'll fulfill my goals
Even if I must kill - fuck it
Brutal 'til the day that I die
A representative of imperative heritage in
Hip hop forever lives
In Me through the concrete
Streets where ex-cons meet
Is where I grew up
You can't it away from me
Not much matters if blowin' up
Ain't part of it
I started out doing it for the art of it
Now I'm tryin' to get my part
Of it: piece of it
There's enough of it to go
Around without changin' our shit
We could keep it sick
Necro - the general of morbid
Monarch of macabre metaphors
Just meditate and absorb it
The medicine that keeps me alive my fan base
Goin' through withdraw for heroin
Cause they can't wait
For all the creif in the
Crud with morphine in their blood peep me
reach inside my movie - pull a
Scene from the mud
Son, you dreaming you're thug
We'll hit your team with the scud
Missile, this'll fuck your pistol -
Laser beam in your jug
You're fuckin' with the wrong crew, son
Our demons will haunt you
Psycho+Logical cats'll blow a shot
Through your caps
Known for rockin' an axe, a dull sledge
We decapitate heads and hide
'em under our beds
Instead of shootin' Glocks
Put to use my toolbox
Pick up Phillips screw drivers
Stick and drillin' through visors
Hit like Brock Marion
You more like Maid Marian
Best use your brain savvy vs
A cat that's blade-carryin'
The grimiest thugs we'll rob the
Lint out your pants
Then won't deny to draw blood and
Leave your limbs in a cast
And if you keep testin' me you'll
Meet the recipe of treachery
Greeted by the Reaper
Seek your bleed-destiny
The belligerent Brooklyn-born and bred
Thugged-out sicko
With hatred for life ambitious
For change and pistols
Death Rap ambassador, the master of duckets
I'll fulfill my goals
Even if I must kill - fuck it
Brutal 'til the day that I die
A representative of imperative heritage in
Hip hop forever lives
In Me through the concrete
Streets where ex-cons meet
Is where I grew up
You can't it away from me
Not much matters if blowin' up
Ain't part of it
I started out doing it for the art of it
Now I'm tryin' to get my part
Of it: piece of it
There's enough of it to go
Around without changin' our shit
We could keep it sick
Necro - the general of morbid
Monarch of macabre metaphors
Just meditate and absorb it
The medicine that keeps me alive my fan base
Goin' through withdraw for heroin
Cause they can't wait