Testo Grave Old World - Necro

Grave Old World

They’ll be no one to save
With the world in a grave
Take a look around ya, boy
It’s bound to scare ya boy and ya
There ain’t no grave, can hold my body down
All you wanted was a white picket fence on ya house
But all you got was a mouse
Parking tickets &an ice pick in ya blouse
And a fuckin' dick in your mouth, this world is cruel
As fast as you get up, they’ll knock you down as quick as a joust
Sicker than Faust, with the .44 gun cocked
You’re ignorant, naive, leaving your front door unlocked
You got your whore cunt rocked
By a creep that gets his rocks off busting Glocks off
And nuts in your scunt box
Fuck the Statue of Liberty for liquidity
No statue of limitations when penetrating a bitch of antiquity
Leave you bloody wet in your pajamas
Cause all I love is Satan, Brooklyn
My fans &my pet pirranhas
I’m the guest of honor
A walking nightmare that will give you white hairs
Throw you right down a flight of stairs
Leave you in fright, scared
Stomp you with my air flight huarches
Leave you like Liberace, Versace &now Cosby
You did it!
Violence flaring
Bullets loading
You’re old enough to kill
But what’s that gun you’re toting?
But even the Jordan River has bodies floating
Institutionalized
It’s so crucial when you die
Leaveing you brutalized
Surviving, it’s too futile to try
Lighting you up with butane
And propane, it’s inhumane
But you stole cocaine
Fucking douchebag, you fry
A killer in black shades
Hop out a black Mercedes &attack ladies
A crack baby that spawned in the 80s
My magnum let’s off clips
My Napoleon complex leads me to leave you dead in some foilage
Magnolias, holy shit
I’ll leave no evidence on ya residence
Only thing forensics will sense is ya severed friends
And missing dead presidents
Local blood red peasants
Sacrificed pheasants
And the essence of Evanescence
I’d rather loot &shoot
But it’s absoultely quiet (shhhhhhh!)
Now start shooting, you die bitch!
I hate unconditionally
I’ll diminish your grimace
Start the engine &flee the scene
My mission is finished, killed!
Violence flaring
Bullets loading
You’re old enough to kill
But what’s that gun you’re toting?
But even the Jordan River has bodies floating
There ain’t no grave, can hold my body down