Underground Lyrics

Underground lyrics

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging
underground

Or have they...



Yo man mother fuckers are clowns
man; hip-hop’s too nice

It’s too pretty

What are you gonna do to
it necro? 

Take a razor, and slice it!



Yo peep this shit like
this

Kill the head kill the body and knows who i’ma ruin

When I
float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on moons

I’m rolling a
fatty like death is coming believe it

Recognize the chain of command I
deliver the pain you’re receiving

Brain washing has officially begun

Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like reruns

It’s raining, as God pisses on earth

I drop bile like a vagina
dismisses on birth

Devour my shower that’s golden

I’m puffing
the sacks golden

Smolden the flesh that holding the fresh cancer infested
colon

How can I make my point to you fools? 

I’ll drop a dead
a&r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules

I’m above the
constitution

My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh

My
rhymes are acid on clorox solution

Your eyes are blinded once the acid
hits

You’ll be blinded like rosie o’donnell jumped up 10 feet in the
air and

Flashed her tits

Life is shady g

In 1976 my parents
created me

I’ve been flipping since 1983

I always took pain as a
game

When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror to see
my brain

Wonder why I’m like an icicle? 

At 5 I was hit by a car
riding my tricycle

A hit and run son

Mad young in the hospital
receiving stitches

Making me vicious

Peeping cretons with mephisto
in their eyes made me suspicious

Running through glen in pj’s as a
young buck

I didn’t dance that fresh I burnt ants to death.

Taste
me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I’m killing you

You’re unhealthy your a felon po checks your bladder

You’re an
addict; if you beat me I’ll deliver you dead on a platter

The
customer’s always right but this time the customers left

On a stretcher
gasping for breath

Cipher flows like rolly polly

Kill yourself
slowly plus you’re already dead if you’re homely

So bitch, there’s
a little red dot on your skull so prey

Most of new york’s population is
filled with metal patients

Pretending to be normal, pretending to be
mental patients

Got them raping by the pile

Watch out for goons of
bile infested with smiles and dreams of molesting

Your child

You
got a black glock with the extra clip when shit is thick

You gotta punch
a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis

You need to puff
a bag of dro’s when listening to brutal shit like this

You gotta rock a
lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty bitch

Make sure your girl’s
syphilis is clean before I slide my tongue up

And i, don’t you dare
ruin my dinner

My ventriloquism hits you like ism

Sprayed with raid
mixed with pissim mixed blades butcher with sadism

I rip your gat when I
twist my wrists

1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the
whole fists

Ran up your wife’s ass gets murdered type fast

Blast
scum up your bc masks

And dirty flash pipes flash

Pulling and
coming in side like sluts like kimberly drumming

You know the steez, I
slay my prey

Day by day

Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit

Rocking tim’s on razor on the tip

Today’s the day to flip on a
decapitation tip

I’m fascinated with

Leaving you lacerated split
on point like an assassination hit your not

Some one to have patients
with

I’m better off

Letting off

Two clips at you face set
it off

To decide is better off

Dead it off

Inject ’till you
feel correct

Feel the effects of my hex

Force you to have sex with
techs

Chopped at funeral next

Buy my poison I got triple six in my
beeper

I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy is cheaper

The violence hits you like a spliff spreading some holy pop

Penetrate
your skull like an obituary slowly we ride

You’ll soon be fractions and
numerators

Of a denominator when I play dominator

When you’re dead
with brains and bomb grenades

Keeping vietnam through vader

Futuristic butcher cd bomb cremator

Your spine cracks in 3 d like
imax

You won’t be superman no more feel the pain climax

No
anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack

Fine
pack mixed with foible boatel liquid

And a razor blade dime sack

Nothing numbs like your future thumbs

I threw you in a wheel chair
your a plumb

A pebble, a worm, a snail

I’ll be a metal patient
with a red apple on thorosime when you inhale

Uhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh

Another blunt filled with dust

And another blunt filled

And
another blunt filled

And another blunt filled with dust

Last week
someone tried to put me in a coffin

That’s the second time a nigger
tried to kill me I’m starting to feel

Important

For some cats
smile

Ain’t their style

But there’s something so evil

About seeing a murderous smile with vile

Gore is a tattoo on your
mind, suicide is a laxative

It will eat you up inside like you swallowed
maggots by accident

I mean line to main-tain I’m fighting the biggest
fight in my life

You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets
thick

You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and
dis

You need to puff a bag of drones when listening to brutal shit like
this

You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a nasty bitch

You fucking dirt bags



Repeat till fade



I keep
straining my ears to hear a sound

Maybe someone is digging underground