| Song | Death Rap |
| Artist | Necro |
| Album | The Pre-Fix For Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
| Some death rap shit | |
| Word up | |
| Bump this | |
| Some evil shit | |
| Check it | |
| Fuckin faggot | |
| (Necro) | |
| It starts with your intestines and germs | |
| Next you're a cadaver infested with worms | |
| Man's destiny its best that he learns | |
| My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
| Like you're in between the rail road track and the train | |
| A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
| Like back in the days when cats didn't play they'd whack you and not explain | |
| Demeaning Jesus, you're ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
| You'll see death like seniors with diseases | |
| Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein's sons | |
| Don't fuck with me I only say it once | |
| Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
| Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
| Insane like a brainless convict | |
| You're dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
| Honor you hate this, God couldn't save us | |
| Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
| Death rap, that's the rap I kick, don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it's a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I'm the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| (Sabac) | |
| I walk with the living dead | |
| Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
| description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
| I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
| Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
| The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
| Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
| we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
| Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
| I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
| If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
| And if that's the case I'ma bash your face | |
| Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
| I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
| That's the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
| I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
| For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
| Death rap, that's the rap I kick, don't ever confuse it with others, there ain't nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it's a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I'm the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |
| zuo qu : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
| Some death rap shit | |
| Word up | |
| Bump this | |
| Some evil shit | |
| Check it | |
| Fuckin faggot | |
| Necro | |
| It starts with your intestines and germs | |
| Next you' re a cadaver infested with worms | |
| Man' s destiny its best that he learns | |
| My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
| Like you' re in between the rail road track and the train | |
| A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
| Like back in the days when cats didn' t play they' d whack you and not explain | |
| Demeaning Jesus, you' re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
| You' ll see death like seniors with diseases | |
| Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein' s sons | |
| Don' t fuck with me I only say it once | |
| Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
| Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
| Insane like a brainless convict | |
| You' re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
| Honor you hate this, God couldn' t save us | |
| Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
| Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| Sabac | |
| I walk with the living dead | |
| Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
| description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
| I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
| Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
| The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
| Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
| we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
| Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
| I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
| If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
| And if that' s the case I' ma bash your face | |
| Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
| I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
| That' s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
| I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
| For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
| Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |
| zuò qǔ : Braunstein, Fuentes | |
| Some death rap shit | |
| Word up | |
| Bump this | |
| Some evil shit | |
| Check it | |
| Fuckin faggot | |
| Necro | |
| It starts with your intestines and germs | |
| Next you' re a cadaver infested with worms | |
| Man' s destiny its best that he learns | |
| My axe intervenes hacking through your veins | |
| Like you' re in between the rail road track and the train | |
| A bullet in the back of your brain simple and plain | |
| Like back in the days when cats didn' t play they' d whack you and not explain | |
| Demeaning Jesus, you' re ripped to pieces by hyenas, with teeth like tweezers | |
| You' ll see death like seniors with diseases | |
| Packin' Sane guns?? dead you like Hussein' s sons | |
| Don' t fuck with me I only say it once | |
| Like the end of casino two bats leave your spine gory | |
| Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories | |
| Insane like a brainless convict | |
| You' re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic | |
| Honor you hate this, God couldn' t save us | |
| Performing autopsy on you like Chris Refret and Jonathan Davis | |
| Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| Sabac | |
| I walk with the living dead | |
| Witness the ditches and bitches dipped in red | |
| description is the pictures of witches and women giving head | |
| I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist | |
| Regardless if the topic is Necrodamus or Sabacolypse | |
| The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus | |
| Remove you from the earth you get hurt for poppin' shit | |
| we buy clips in their basics??? slap the shit out of racists | |
| Crack your teeth on the curve spit and piss in there faces | |
| I got clips in the basement guns and plenty ammunition | |
| If you push the wrong button you gon' send me on a mission | |
| And if that' s the case I' ma bash your face | |
| Then reverse the positive become a basket case | |
| I blast for days come and burn down your house | |
| That' s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth | |
| I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat | |
| For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets | |
| Death rap, that' s the rap I kick, don' t ever confuse it with others, there ain' t nuttin' like this | |
| Death rap, I be the most morbid, after we finish with you kid you need a closed coffin | |
| Death rap, not just on this track, it' s a movement I represent, much more rugged then you | |
| Death rap, I' m the last of a dying breed, diss me you must be dying to bleed | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open | |
| I represent the death rap get your head cracked open |