Morbid

By Necro

On Gory Days

Released on November 13, 2001

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[Verse 1]

My practical solution to schmucks beefin'

Is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of your neck

Like Dracula seducing sluts

And bite a piece of flesh off

But, nah, you could have AIDS

I'd rather make you a cadaver with blades

I write the followin' raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack

Then recite rhymes on the mic without acknowledging facts

I won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in

My waist, stump in the place leave it stuck in your face, fuck 'em

I find it difficult, to not be despicable to minds that are typical

Fuck financial assistance, a man's existence revolves around survival

I've evolved into a hustler with substantial business

My attitude is improper, like a skin popper

Stickin' a blade on top of the skull of an imposter

Since created at birth, I've hated the Earth

Livin' in a society of anxiety makes it worse


[Hook]

Morbid like Mordred holdin' a chainsaw, get ready to do a gore bid

We keep it morbid on some raw shit, get your jaw split

With blood drippin' out of your forehead

Morbid like Mordred holdin' a chainsaw, get ready to do a gore bid

We keep it morbid on some raw shit, get your jaw split

With blood drippin' out of your forehead


[Verse 2]

It's worthwhile, for you to peep a verse that's vile

You could learn somethin' from watchin' a perverted person's style

My verse hit tile, verses are like curses

That give you urges to worship Belial

Beef with me, you can't stay the same

You'll have to change your name

Change your sex, rearrange your frame

Take a plane to somewhere strange

If you plan to keep your cranium containing your brain

Your fuckin' dome will give in with a tourniquet wrapped around it

You're underground, kid, you're the artist formerly known as living

You're the past like yesterday

Blast your chest away

You're positive HIV tested gay

Now stop hiphoppin', you dick jockin'

You stick cock in your mouth and rock chick stockings

Now die, it's all about evil raps and weapons

Money and sluts, and gats strapped by the intestines


[Hook]

Morbid like Mordred holdin' a chainsaw, get ready to do a gore bid

We keep it morbid on some raw shit, get your jaw split

With blood drippin' out of your forehead

Morbid like Mordred holdin' a chainsaw, get ready to do a gore bid

We keep it morbid on some raw shit, get your jaw split

With blood drippin' out of your forehead