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You're Dead - Remastered
Necro
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The most morbid overdose off it
Like Cindy Crawford's baby comatose in a coffin
I'm awful, often unlawful, crack you with a softball
In your skull 'til you've lost all memory and remorse all
Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
While you duplicate repeat (Bite off)
Leave you lookin' like bloody lubricated meat
I got a gun to pull and I'm comfortable pumpin' the full
Clip into the wonderful front of your skull
Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
Bustin' off like I'm huntin' for squirrels
A bullet hits you rippin' your muscle like a hundred curls
And that's that, you bullshit artist can catch an ass cap
When you clap, right through your knapsack backpack
Through an intruder's chest, right through the flesh
Shove the knife in deep 'cause life is cheap
Like hookers from Budapest
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
And that's what I said
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
That's what I said
ILL BILL seen demons in back of taxi cabs
My thoughts attacked me like a bad acid tab
Or a crack drag, the black flag, tales from the darkside
Mandatory suicide, you and I collide
Men with suit and ties arrive, drivin' medicated
Then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
Then some other motherfucker levitated
Talkin' 'bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
Decapitated that fuckin' faggot then I celebrated
Fuckin' with me you fuckin' with psychos
Gunshots and knife holes, walk on my tightrope
You know how life goes, it's like a dice roll
I love the drama, my mama said to kill you
Spill your blood everywhere, like a broken glass of wine
On the path of disaster, I'm a mastermind designed to blast a nine
Fuck these bitches lovin' cash and crime and we all sick
Quick to torture you, cut off your
Balls and stuff 'em down your throat
Like you sniffed a pound of coke you start to choke
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
And that's what I said
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
That's what I said
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