Belligerent Gangsters - Necro

The most savage rapper to ravage your clique

Clapping your cabbage quick

Demolish, polish the gun off

Get one off in your back when you jet

Tried to run off

Caught you, put you in a mortuary

Unfortunately for you, you get buried

Sepulturaed, I rep the purist, putrid music

Death rap, the new shit

Ground breaking, breaking you down

Rapists, like Kevin Bacon get drowned

Truncate you, punk, hold my own kid

Like a drunken monk, blindfolded

Piercing your armor, transfixion, transfusion

Transport corpse in quicksand

Sick diction, infliction, conviction

Cryptic encryption, rip shit

Uncontrollably, my goal will be to put a gun hole in your globe

You’ll fold easily

A pugilist, using my fist to bruise you up

Kid if you insist, the brutalest

Hi me, meet the real me

A misfit with a biscuit, you feel me?

Bombard you, dissect you, carve you

Let off the guard-u, connect, blow your head off

Make fragments of your do-rag son

Necro and Flanagan, we’re Cro-Magnons

Banging like gang members, hanging with wranglers

Hard rocks like Kerrang!

Dice appendages into percentages

People shook ever since we entered the biz

Curtains, a hurtin' for certain

Blood squirting, alertness, advertence

Necromantic, pop you like a zantac

Leave you dead like Ahmet from Atlantic

Frantic, tic tic tic tic, tock

Click clack, Glock, pop

Street justice, squeezing muskets

Keep it gully like Ceaser Agustus

Never compromise, stomp the competition into submission, I’m on the rise