Circle of Tyrants

Necro, Mister Hyde, Carnage, Ill Bill, Goretex

0 fans

Necro

Ron Braunstein (born June 7, 1976), better known under his stage-name Necro, is a Jewish-American rapper, producer, director record label owner from Brooklyn, New York, . He is the owner of Psycho-Logical-Records founded November, 1999. He is the brother of fellow rapper Ill Bill. more »


4:03

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

I'm like a dead corpse crawlin out the dirt on some zombie shit
Aimin for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect
I'll traumatize you in a sack
My raps are like crack in the deck
Satanic intellect
Slaughter you
I got more for you
Gore for you
Your flesh is turnin blue
You'll be beggin someone to pull me off you
When I'm stabbin you I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed there's no talkin to you
Just shovin and fuckin you
Who the f*ck you takin to?
I'm pure death in the flesh, I'll arange a coffin for you
My nine packin status got you shook
a lot of crooks will respect my rap step kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head
Or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burnin bed
Learn from what I said
I'm mushin your peeps
Then I'm squishin you deep
Beneath where the deceased
Rest in peace

Hyde!
Injure with ninja crews
Contemplate with Satan dude
Negotiate with Satan cause its his decision too
Hold a sword like ghost dog
Leavin bloody gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and dismembered kid
That the maggots rejected it
I dumped in the sea and killed the life exceptin squid
What walk the wrong deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfuckers by semon
Lure you in my web
Check the red
If they look for you they find you in motuary dead
Fill the clip full of lead
Then put the biscuit to your head
After I rip you up to shreds
I'll take a sip of what you bled
Don't never try to hawk or rip cause I don't want to talk
I play the kinda sports the way you catch a Tommahawk
Open up your skull fragments fall to ground
Take a toke and sniff some coke like you're drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood supported by the hand and the guns
y'all tempt me to flip
So morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin
Semmy the clip
We celebrate wit Henny bloodshakes that render me sick
Whatever you fix
Get fitted with the million chrome
Rap Vinny Jones
I disattach snap from the bone
And ate the last witnesses
Kayed out on medicine
Health nut crushin my wheat germ
Chasin with heroine
Gorrila biscuits 
Bustin your windpipe into splinters
Another thinner corpse pain in the force of the winter
Circle of tyrants rockin the murder course iced out
Blood fallin to your face, get erased, lights out
Spikes out for dish rags
Keep them in they head like shit bang
You don't want it fag
You left in the bubble cover, we'll shoot a fag
Stay bent like piece of rubber
So be advised Lucifer's risin, the immitation of my demon brother

Splatter the blood
Now that my though badder with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers rabid by maggots and bugs
Beatles crawlin out of your eye sockets
Puss pourin out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
Millions of body bags blood dread battlefield
Big butcherknives, you fuckin faggots
You get your fuckin face erased from the cabbage
Tangle the gore to tough
Have your body hangin off the door
Spasms and splashin your organs across the floor
It's death
The slug hit the bulletproof vest
I took from the policeman after I blew off his head
We knights of Satan servin Satan's sadists
God is an atheist
You fuckin idiots, your bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the author of sacrifice
We criminally insane escape from Bell View
Sippin on cocaine, don't even try it
It's Ill Bill the goremet of violence
Donate my brain to science
Vacation in sane asylums

Come on, come on to my carnival of carnage
Or I'll slice and dice and peel off your skin like an orange
I'm too precise not to be nice
I know you like cries
You pay twice the price
I push brains on ice
For preparation
Prepare for the separation
Of your foundation
So come get your frown bastin
In hot sauce
I roast it like hot dogs
On an open fire
I'm a trig like Meyer
But don't ignore the entire picture
Cause I hang you like a fixture
So enter the mixture
Use extreme caution
Cause it only takes one portion
To form an abortion
With the steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get tossed in
The bottomless gorge
The heroine whore got guns a swords

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Lyrics © TUNECORE INC

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the Circle of Tyrants Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Circle of Tyrants Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/558362/Necro/Circle+of+Tyrants>.

    Missing lyrics by Necro?

    Know any other songs by Necro? Don't keep it to yourself!

    Browse Lyrics.com

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    Who of the following is not a Dutch singer-songwriter?
    A Peter Fox
    B Danny Vera
    C Davina Michelle
    D Gerard Joling

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Necro tracks

    On Radio Right Now

    Loading...

    Powered by OnRad.io


    Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here!