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Nebular Moon - You're Dead lyrics
[verse 1]
 Ahhhhhh, necro!
 Yo, the most morbid overdose off it
 Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
 I'm awful, often unlawful
 Crack you with a softball in your skull
 Until you've lost all your memory, every morsel
 Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
 While you duplicate, repeat
 Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
 I've got a gun to pull
 And I'm comfortable
 Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
 Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
 Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl
 Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels
 A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
 And that's that, you bullshit artists
 Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
 Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh
 Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
 Like hookers from budapest
 Chorus:
 You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
 Dead
 You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so deadNebular Moon - You're Dead - http://motolyrics.com/nebular-moon/youre-dead-lyrics.html
 And that's what I said
 You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
 Dead
 You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
 (so dead) that's what I said
 [verse 2]
 Ill bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs
 My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
 Or a crack drag or black flag
 Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
 You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive
 Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
 Then some other motherfucker levitated
 Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
 Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
 Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
 Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
 It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you
 Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
 And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and i
 Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry
 And we all sick, quick to torture you,
 Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
 Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you're startin to choke
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