High Tension - Kool G Rap/Necro/The Godfathers

Lyrics by：Kool G Rap/Necro

Composed by：Necro

Please to meet you meet you meet you

My ratchet exhales lead

Cleaving my hatchet's leaving a trail of red

Catching cerebrum from a detached female head

Apache walking through the cornfield I was born real

Wielding a morning star

You're left torn and peeled on the floor kneeled

Cold aggressor

Buck the 3 pound off at you like Roth in Little Odessa

Guillotine your crown off with a clothes dresser

The Hades gatekeeper Hatebreeder breaking your face

I'm blatantly crazier straigh razor your trachea

Pulp plops on your shirt bloody red polka dots

The unfed vulture plots murder

Dead your folks while you watch

Assasinated with acid fascinated with drilling

Lacerated you bastard masturbated to killing

Your f**king life X'd out

Flexin' axe like Dexter

Slash you with Plexiglas

Black bury you like a texter

F**k what you're selling

You'll get bucked in your melon

Metall pellets stuck in your cerebellum

Once you're abducted like Helen Helen Helen

Cut your head off bust the lead off now get off

The dick money you don't know me keep it moving homie

The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood did I mention

When G and Nec in the room it's high tension

Cut your head off bust the lead off now get off

The dick money you don't know me keep it moving homie

The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood did I mention

When G and Nec in the room it's high tension

Killer team guillotines and gallows

40 caliber loaded with Calicos on barrel and mallet mode

Calluses of malice grow Molotov bottle your ballad flow

Death on a pale horse the gallop slow

Blade of my Excalibur glow like William Wallace

Send your body off to med school for brilliant scholars

We 'bout to stab 'em with 7 daggers like Damien

Triple sixes when 3 biscuits empty out in your cranium

Dark clouds and rainy wind we aiming these 10's

On dames and they men

Leave 'em with flaming skin on they dainty limbs

Front line gunners

We dump 9's in the fronters

Son of Sam handguns

The grunt mind of a hunter

Son we Leatherface butchers in bloody aprons

Blood he craving

Muddy beige Timbs

Put a rusty blade in that slut he chasing

Tool shed tools

Embedded inside her dude's head

No Vital Signs this be the title up in the news spread

Cut your head off bust the lead off now get off

The dick money you don't know me keep it moving homie

The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood did I mention

When G and Nec in the room it's high tension

Cut your head off bust the lead off now get off

The dick money you don't know me keep it moving homie

The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood did I mention

When G and Nec in the room it's high tension

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