You're Dead Lyrics
| Song | You're Dead |
| Artist | Necro |
| Album | Instrumentals (Vol. 1) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ahhhhhh, necro! | |
| Yo, the most morbid overdose off it | |
| Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin | |
| I'm awful, often unlawful | |
| Crack you with a softball in your skull | |
| Until you've lost all your memory, every morsel | |
| Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street | |
| While you duplicate, repeat | |
| Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat | |
| I've got a gun to pull | |
| And i'm comfortable | |
| Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull | |
| Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld | |
| Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl | |
| Bustin off like i'm huntin for squirrels | |
| A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls | |
| And that's that, you bullshit artists | |
| Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack | |
| Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh | |
| Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap | |
| Like hookers from budapest | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| (so dead) that's what i said | |
| [verse 2] | |
| Ill bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs | |
| My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab | |
| Or a crack drag or black flag | |
| Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide | |
| You and i collide, member suit and ties arrive | |
| Driving 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 knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes | |
| It's like a dice roll, i love the drama, my mind is set to kill you | |
| Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine | |
| And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i | |
| Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry | |
| 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're startin to choke | |
| Chorus |
| Ahhhhhh, necro! | |
| Yo, the most morbid overdose off it | |
| Like cindy crawford' s baby comatose in the coffin | |
| I' m awful, often unlawful | |
| Crack you with a softball in your skull | |
| Until you' ve lost all your memory, every morsel | |
| Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street | |
| While you duplicate, repeat | |
| Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat | |
| I' ve got a gun to pull | |
| And i' m comfortable | |
| Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull | |
| Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld | |
| Where bigger hoes than you didn' t come to your girl | |
| Bustin off like i' m huntin for squirrels | |
| A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls | |
| And that' s that, you bullshit artists | |
| Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack | |
| Through an intruder' s chest right through the flesh | |
| Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap | |
| Like hookers from budapest | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| so dead that' s what i said | |
| verse 2 | |
| Ill bill' s seen demons in back of taxi cabs | |
| My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab | |
| Or a crack drag or black flag | |
| Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide | |
| You and i collide, member suit and ties arrive | |
| Driving 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 knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes | |
| It' s like a dice roll, i love the drama, my mind is set to kill you | |
| Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine | |
| And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i | |
| Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry | |
| 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' re startin to choke | |
| Chorus |
| Ahhhhhh, necro! | |
| Yo, the most morbid overdose off it | |
| Like cindy crawford' s baby comatose in the coffin | |
| I' m awful, often unlawful | |
| Crack you with a softball in your skull | |
| Until you' ve lost all your memory, every morsel | |
| Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street | |
| While you duplicate, repeat | |
| Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat | |
| I' ve got a gun to pull | |
| And i' m comfortable | |
| Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull | |
| Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld | |
| Where bigger hoes than you didn' t come to your girl | |
| Bustin off like i' m huntin for squirrels | |
| A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls | |
| And that' s that, you bullshit artists | |
| Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack | |
| Through an intruder' s chest right through the flesh | |
| Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap | |
| Like hookers from budapest | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| so dead that' s what i said | |
| verse 2 | |
| Ill bill' s seen demons in back of taxi cabs | |
| My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab | |
| Or a crack drag or black flag | |
| Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide | |
| You and i collide, member suit and ties arrive | |
| Driving 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 knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes | |
| It' s like a dice roll, i love the drama, my mind is set to kill you | |
| Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine | |
| And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i | |
| Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry | |
| 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' re startin to choke | |
| Chorus |
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