Underground lyrics

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging underground, or have they…

Yo, man, motherfuckers are clowns, man

Hip hop’s too nice, it’s too pretty

What are you gonna do to it, Necro?

Take a razor, and slice it

Yo, peep this shit like this

Kill the head, kill the body, and those who I’ma ruin

When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds

I’m rollin’ a fatty like death is comin’, believe it

Recognize the chain of command, I deliver the pain, you receive it

Brainwashing has officially begun, kid

You’ll peep a psycho holdin’ a butcher knife, dancin’ like Rerun

It’s rainin’, as God pisses on earth, I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth

Devour my shower that’s golden, I’m puffing the sacks, rolled in

Smoldering flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon

How can I make my point to you fools?

I’ll drop a dead A&R off a roof, and on his chest, it’ll say, “Necro rules”

I’m above the constitution, my shit stays bubblin’ like burnt flesh

My rhymes are acid and Clorox solution

Your eyes will burn once the acid hits

You’ll be blinded like Rosie O’Donnell jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits

Life is shady, G, in 1976 my parents created me, I’ve been flippin’ since 1983

I always took pain as a game

When I was six I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror and saw my brain

Wonder why I’m like an icicle?

At five I was hit by a car ridin’ my tricycle, a hit-and-run, son

Mad young in the hospital receivin’ stitches made me vicious

Peeping cretins with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious

Runnin’ through Glenwood PJ’s as a young buck

I didn’t dance that fresh, I burned ants to death

Taste me you will see more is all you need

Dedicated to how I’m killin’ you

You’re unhealthy, you’re a felon, your P.O. checks your bladder

You’re an addict, you beat me I’ll deliver you death on a platter

The customer’s always right, but this time the customer’s left

On a stretcher, gaspin’ for breath

The cipher flows like roly poly, kill yourself slowly

Plus you’re already dead if you’re homely

So, bitch, there’s a little red dot on your skull, so pray

Most of New York’s population is filled with mental patients

Pretendin’ to be normal, pretendin’ to be mental patients

Gotham got rapists by the pile

Watch out for goons of vile infested smiles, and dreams of molesting a child

You gotta pack a black Glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick

You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and diss

You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to brutal shit like this

You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicide for nasty bitch

Make sure your girl’s syphilis clean before I slide my tongue up in her

Don’t you dare ruin my dinner

My ventriloquism hits you like ism sprayed with Raid

Mixed with prison mixed with blades, butchery, sadism

I rip your gap when I twist my wrists

One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, fuck it, the whole fist

Rammed up your wife’s ass, get murdered type fast

Blast scum up on your beastly mask, a dirty flesh pipe splash

Call plumbing, we’re coming inside sluts like Kimberly Drummond

You know the steez, I slay my prey, day by day

Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit, rockin’ Tims with razors on the tip

Today’s the day to flip on a decapitation tip

I’m fascinated with leavin’ you lacerated, split

On point like an assassination hit

You’re not someone to have patience with, I’m better off lettin’ off

Two clips at your face, set it off to decide who’s better off deaded off

Inject ‘til you feel correct, feel the effects of my hex

Force you to have sex with Tex, chopped at funeral, next

Buy my poison, I got triple six in my beeper

I talk to myself ‘cause giving my own self therapy’s cheaper

The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot

Penetrate your skull like an Obituary riff from “Slowly We Rot”

You’ll soon be fractions, a numerator over denominator when I play dominator

When you’re dead your brain’s embalmed with data

Peepin’ Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher, CD-ROM cremator

Your spine cracks in 3-D like IMAX

You won’t be Superman, no more feel the pain climax

No anesthesia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack

That’s fine-packed and mixed with phenobarbital liquid

And a Raid-sprayed dime sack, nuttin’ numbs your future sums

I threw you in a wheelchair, you’re a crumb, a pebble, a worm, a snail

I’ll be a mental patient with a red afro on Thorazine when you inhale

Another blunt filled with dust

And another blunt filled, and another blunt filled, and another blunt filled with dust

Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin

That’s the second time a nigga tried to kill me, I’m starting to feel important

For some cats, smilin’ ain’t their style

But there’s something so evil about seeing a murderous smile, it’s vile

Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide’s a laxative

It’ll eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident

I mainline to maintain, I’m fightin’ the biggest fight of my life, stayin’ sane

You gotta pack a black Glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick

You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and diss

You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to brutal shit like this

You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicide for nasty bitch

You fuckin’ dirtbags, word is bond

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging underground

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging underground

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging underground

• Artist:Necro
• Album:I Need Drugs