Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen That's the plan, you get swollen up when I stick G Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind put a razor to this niggers throat Stand still - don't make my hand kill Fuck around, end up in a land fill all over a Grand bill Money is something you should have gave up Now your family has to dig a grave up - If your one of them bitch Nigger rich, nigger with fancy clothes You'll get attacked by a mental case and faces covered with pantyhose I'm blasting anyone that has a frown, get messed up with a pound By a man dressed up as a clown You'll be dripping majenta lively with no justice you'll die G 'cause you can't identify me. I'm attacking you dressed up like a villain from Cobra, unsober Wearing the mask like it was the end of October Your life is over, In your pants you're peeing when I pull out my fucking three pound and represent like I'm skiing I've done more shit in you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you Try to fucking rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you Even if you're only seven you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven You'll get sent to the lonely heaven Don't go around the places I lurk, whore 'cause I go berserk, whore, everything you fucking work for Don't think I won't cut your wench throat I got a shotgun under the trench coat Plus when I get greedier, the media eats it up and you Fucking reporters get boneless when Necro slaughters store owners on video recorders When I'm thinking there's always a face I must bash and if I'm seen taking the green then I'm shaving off my moustache. They stole my wallet! They took my pocket book. He took my money.


Necro - You Did It Lyrics



Necro - You're All Dying Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Check it out at the bottom of the page. There are no true winners in this game we call life. This existence is one where only the strong survive and we of all people have seemingly become experts on the subject. Regardless of the heavy nature of the song, we actually had an amazing and fairly relaxed time filming this video. The video was directed by David Brodsky in an old abandoned department store in Brooklyn. No Lights. No air conditioning and no water-- just a kick ass live performance from the band!


Necro - Robbery '95 Lyrics
Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen That's the plan, you get swollen up when I stick G Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind with the razor to this niggers throat Stand still - don't make my hand kill Fuck around, end up in a land fill all over a Grand Ville Money's something you should have gave up Now your family has to dig a grave up - If your one of them bitch Nigger rich, nigger with fancy clothes You'll get attacked by a mental case and strangers covered with pantyhose I'm blasting anyone that has a found, get messed up with a pound By a man dressed up as a clown You'll be tripping me gentle lightly with no justice you'll die G Plus you can't identify me. I'm attacking you dressed up like a villain from Cobra, I'm sober Wearing the mask like it was the end of October. Your life is over. In your pants you're peeing when I pull out my fucking three pounds and represent like I'm skiing I'm dropping shit in you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you Try to fucking rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you Even if you're only seven you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven You'll get sent to the lonely heaven Don't go around on places I lurk, whore Cuz I go berserk, whore, everything you fucking work for Don't think I won't cut your wench throat I got a shotgun under the trench coat Plus when I get greedier, the media eats it up in you Fucking reporters get boneless when Necro slaughters throws roamers on video recorders When I'm wicking there's always a face on my spadge And if I'm seen from taking the green then I'm shaving off my moustache. They stole my wallet!




Verse 1: Necro You wanna die intentionally due to your masochist nature You're impatient; death comes eventually But you want instant gratification Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you meant it And if you survive you'll be labeled demented And sent to somewhere expensive Where they'll keep you stable with narcotics Strapped to a table in a place full of psychotics Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your skull Or hang yourself with a cable It's ironic like a fable Depression has infected you, you're under the impression It's best to put a Tech to your neck And apply pressure to the trigger mechanism Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other side Once you've died you can't come back if it isn't The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go after we die To find out before it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice Like Japanese pilots did for their cause Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent shit. Chorus: repeat 2X You did it! Son, you did it! You put the gun into your mouth and blasted yourself And that's it, kid You can't come back You regret it, but you're deaded You committed a suicide, and your whole head is shredded. Verse 2: Necro Drinking cyanide?