Necro - Blicky lyrics

The symbol of Satan desecrate your place
Lacerate you wit' grace
Drink Mountain Dew, then urinate on your face
I discovered the fountain of youth
Kill everyone cops'll identify you when they
Recover a tooth i'll bludgeon the booth
Hold grudges
Put you in crutches, you try to touch this
You get your guts split open like Dutches
You fuck-wit i'm not the one to fuck wit'
Let the Calico buck, click
Like the Alamo, ammo fill you up like Amoco
Rockin' a Camel Jacket
Hack up your yarmulke for bein' comical
Fuck a cosplay bitch at Comic Con
Rob you like a common con
Catch you at the ATM gave ya' girl ATM
Then juxed her in the atrium
Tackle you like a Patriot, full of hatred
I'm dangerous
Strange abyss, Angel dust, Satanic evangelist
Angiocardiogram
Your results will result in no pulse
Kid, you know what it is, my condolences

Murda', lyrically, everything I touch
Yeah, I rep New York, kid
Fuck around and get snuffed
Brooklyn up in the piece
Who'll end up deceased?
Run up on you wit' gats, the blicky buck you
Then Peace

Murda', lyrically, everything I touch
Yeah, I rep New York, kid
Fuck around and get snuffed
Brooklyn up in the piece
Who'll end up deceased?
Run up on you wit' gats, the blicky buck you
Then Peace

I'm a hunter like Fred Dryer
Fuckin' Dee Dee McCall raw
Feed her meatballs, then let the lead fire
Foul like Rich Pryor
Rip off a bitch's attire
Slash her throat like a tire
No ditch, funeral pyre
Top hat like Slash, Jack Ripp shit
Modern MAC clip shit
Jux up a dipshit, conniption fit
Machete on my hip to rip, quick to flip
Pistol grip clicks make you
Dance like Calypso, kid
Got your bitches lips on my
Tip while the songs rockin'
357 in your cunt, you're Grippi Longcockin'
Pauuuse, I'm about to bust a nut
Murdersexual, I have an erection
When flesh is cut
Dissection and lust, evil affection for sluts
Use no protection when entering
I impregnate the guts gluten free!
Shooting pee in her mouth
My decree is devout
I'm the sickest to live no doubt!

Murda', lyrically, everything I touch
Yeah, I rep New York, kid
Fuck around and get snuffed
Brooklyn up in the piece
Who'll end up deceased?
Run up on you wit' gats, the blicky buck you
Then Peace

Murda', lyrically, everything I touch
Yeah, I rep New York, kid
Fuck around and get snuffed
Brooklyn up in the piece
Who'll end up deceased?
Run up on you wit' gats, the blicky buck you
Then Peace

You ever fuckin' wit' me? Nukka please,! Ha!