Necro - Extreme Makeover lyrics
[Necro - Extreme Makeover lyrics]
Canarsie coven, paints with G's and murderers
Addicts and Cadillacs
Slut teens and project burglars
Chicks and swappers and burglars
More food for the furnace
More goons and pounds of shrooms
More wounds to purchase
Glenwood morgue, third floor
With Gore in the winter
I'm flawless, sinister torrent
Crawling off of your sister
Date rape is boring, tissue samples the best
I don't get stressed drugging these bitches
It's only at their own request
Unconscious and blessed, forget an apology
Too progressive
Similar to an atomic proctology
We stock Rugers and bonesaws
Crawling for sodomy zoloft smile, I'm wild
Caught up in this space odyssey
Rest in peace
Denim when we dress the deceased
His brain in the basin
The bloody mess next to your feet
Too professional
I'm quick to chop you up like sectionals
Extreme makeover
Rocking the pens like vegetables
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over
I was raised in black
With a sick knack to attract women
Crack villains
We knocking off drug stores like Matt Dillon
Or Captain Trips, what's your poison
Acid or dips?
Have 'em smacking each others tit's in
The back of the 6 serial killers blowing up
Like Branch Davidians non Phixion insignia
Cripple your camp like Syrians
See me, it's cool
Haters trying to dump on my shit
Scissor fights since '74
They pumping my clip different Bible study
It's always five G's and commissary
These runaways, forever find pain
Caged in my monastery sick sadists
My fanbase deranged like rapists
Nothing's changed, it's faith
All my drug pushers and sixth graders
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over
Knocking on Heaven's door, it's Gore
Your guru was swami shoot you to pulp
Flesh dangles like melted pastrami
You faggots are commies
Swap cum like Macy's and Cosby's
I'm like Ozzy in '68, mosh pit's and zombies
Pound you to dust
Home attendants changing your diaper
In between nights
I'm maintaining and training with snipers
Your wig is a rave
Turned up with cake and kronz
Haze blunts around the room while
We burn the Qu'ran we on body bags and tags
For corpses that's vacant
It's a must without the fuss
And compromise the cremation
So clean, murder scenes, devoid of conscience
To profit the doctor, scissor chops blocks
It's progress
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over
Addicts and Cadillacs
Slut teens and project burglars
Chicks and swappers and burglars
More food for the furnace
More goons and pounds of shrooms
More wounds to purchase
Glenwood morgue, third floor
With Gore in the winter
I'm flawless, sinister torrent
Crawling off of your sister
Date rape is boring, tissue samples the best
I don't get stressed drugging these bitches
It's only at their own request
Unconscious and blessed, forget an apology
Too progressive
Similar to an atomic proctology
We stock Rugers and bonesaws
Crawling for sodomy zoloft smile, I'm wild
Caught up in this space odyssey
Rest in peace
Denim when we dress the deceased
His brain in the basin
The bloody mess next to your feet
Too professional
I'm quick to chop you up like sectionals
Extreme makeover
Rocking the pens like vegetables
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over
I was raised in black
With a sick knack to attract women
Crack villains
We knocking off drug stores like Matt Dillon
Or Captain Trips, what's your poison
Acid or dips?
Have 'em smacking each others tit's in
The back of the 6 serial killers blowing up
Like Branch Davidians non Phixion insignia
Cripple your camp like Syrians
See me, it's cool
Haters trying to dump on my shit
Scissor fights since '74
They pumping my clip different Bible study
It's always five G's and commissary
These runaways, forever find pain
Caged in my monastery sick sadists
My fanbase deranged like rapists
Nothing's changed, it's faith
All my drug pushers and sixth graders
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over
Knocking on Heaven's door, it's Gore
Your guru was swami shoot you to pulp
Flesh dangles like melted pastrami
You faggots are commies
Swap cum like Macy's and Cosby's
I'm like Ozzy in '68, mosh pit's and zombies
Pound you to dust
Home attendants changing your diaper
In between nights
I'm maintaining and training with snipers
Your wig is a rave
Turned up with cake and kronz
Haze blunts around the room while
We burn the Qu'ran we on body bags and tags
For corpses that's vacant
It's a must without the fuss
And compromise the cremation
So clean, murder scenes, devoid of conscience
To profit the doctor, scissor chops blocks
It's progress
The final takeover
Get your wig cut, extreme makeover
Desensitized, I don't feel a thing
The pain's over look in my eyes, man
You'll die before the day is over
The newest change in your life, homie
It's game over