Necro - Rock the Kazbah lyrics
[Necro - Rock the Kazbah lyrics]
Realer than your favorite rapper
Bitches sweat it when they see me set it
Behave or I'll slap ya
Son, and then get pussy after
Spoil your plans - kid
You ain't got no loyal fans you're a fad
While I hit up the pad like an oil can
Biss painting of a gargoyle with
Fangs hanging off the ledge
Resembling Satan covered in
Boils cutting edge
I pledge allegiance to keepin' it real
I hope you peepin' it, what the deal?
You know the spiel
I'll cut your grill, headbutt you ill
Elbow you 'cause I don't know you
I'll show you what brutal is
Leave hemotobin on your dome, duke
Let the chrome puke
Vomiting bullets at your mullet
Like comets hitting prominent
Body parts, pop off your yarmulke
Dominant like the Yakuza
You're chicken like yakitori
Your grill is yucky after the
Glock leaves you gory, yuppie
I'm a pit, you're a puppy
I'm a piranha, you guppy
I'm the Master of Puppets
And you're a Muppet, giuseppe
You Le Pew like Pepé, you're preppy
You ever step to me I'll shlep
A shit bag on your hip, homo-hippie
Gippy, the blood is drippy
Sweet like Libby's nectar
It's gettin' nippy, violence is trippy
Witness me jig a neck up, split your wig
It's a check-up
Kid, you dig? It's a stick-up
My TEC hiccups, metal Chiclets
You're a dickless eunuch
Puny like Terry Noonan
Rocking a unibrow, you bow to a cow in human
Putrid like the smell of a hasidimich humid
Weather the fumes are worse than
Arafat's head wrap entombed
You're a fuckin' has-been, a toy like Hasbro
Boy
Rock the casbah, my Glock destroys! (Baow)
Bitches sweat it when they see me set it
Behave or I'll slap ya
Son, and then get pussy after
Spoil your plans - kid
You ain't got no loyal fans you're a fad
While I hit up the pad like an oil can
Biss painting of a gargoyle with
Fangs hanging off the ledge
Resembling Satan covered in
Boils cutting edge
I pledge allegiance to keepin' it real
I hope you peepin' it, what the deal?
You know the spiel
I'll cut your grill, headbutt you ill
Elbow you 'cause I don't know you
I'll show you what brutal is
Leave hemotobin on your dome, duke
Let the chrome puke
Vomiting bullets at your mullet
Like comets hitting prominent
Body parts, pop off your yarmulke
Dominant like the Yakuza
You're chicken like yakitori
Your grill is yucky after the
Glock leaves you gory, yuppie
I'm a pit, you're a puppy
I'm a piranha, you guppy
I'm the Master of Puppets
And you're a Muppet, giuseppe
You Le Pew like Pepé, you're preppy
You ever step to me I'll shlep
A shit bag on your hip, homo-hippie
Gippy, the blood is drippy
Sweet like Libby's nectar
It's gettin' nippy, violence is trippy
Witness me jig a neck up, split your wig
It's a check-up
Kid, you dig? It's a stick-up
My TEC hiccups, metal Chiclets
You're a dickless eunuch
Puny like Terry Noonan
Rocking a unibrow, you bow to a cow in human
Putrid like the smell of a hasidimich humid
Weather the fumes are worse than
Arafat's head wrap entombed
You're a fuckin' has-been, a toy like Hasbro
Boy
Rock the casbah, my Glock destroys! (Baow)