Текст песни Underground (Necro) с переводом

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 wounds

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 a blow the constitution

My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh

My rhymes are acid in 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 pray

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 prism 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 fist’s

Rammed 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