Necro speaking:{Yo, yo, yo, check this s*** b****,
for all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it}
[Necro]
Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Borishnikov,
I'll rip you off,
leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse,
then rape your f*****' wife, until my d*** is soft
'til the flesh is pealin' off,
I'm a devil consealed in cloth,
walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,
you got a hole in your stomach,
yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,
lots of blood loss, red cross,
couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off,
brutal, s*****ic, the only way,
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered,
and my bones decay, a rap legend,
feel the aggressionary session,
my inventions of tention and powerful progression,
it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
hit your mind like in someones strict-nine,
for all the shells, clips and glocks,
you step to me with a weapon,
you'll be reppin' your click in a box
Chorus:
The most s*****ic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo this s*** is our life, so let me tell you somethin'
If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this s***'s fresh
[Ill Bill]
I'll kill, you could be my latest victim,
I'll take a s*** on your brain and make you sniff it,
p*** on your b****'s t*** and make you lick it,
you f*****' maggot,
you probably f***** one hundred f*****s,
your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your a** ripped,
come around here actin hardcore,
you never did dirt, you gonna get yurself hurt,
pull up your pink skirt,
your pink panties'll get your wig damaged,
go eat a d*** sandwhich,
I can't stand this m***********,
make this b**** vanish from the planet,
I'll hit you like a ton of granite
get your blood splattered,
face bashed in, you can't win,
I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks,
while watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits
when I be suckin' on you mom's t***,
she my b****, she on my d***,
tell that trick to stop callin' my crib,
why'd you say she wanted to kill the b****?
smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes
doper than Special K explodin' in the fiend's nose
Chorus 1x
(fades out)
for all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it}
[Necro]
Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Borishnikov,
I'll rip you off,
leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse,
then rape your f*****' wife, until my d*** is soft
'til the flesh is pealin' off,
I'm a devil consealed in cloth,
walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,
you got a hole in your stomach,
yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,
lots of blood loss, red cross,
couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off,
brutal, s*****ic, the only way,
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered,
and my bones decay, a rap legend,
feel the aggressionary session,
my inventions of tention and powerful progression,
it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
hit your mind like in someones strict-nine,
for all the shells, clips and glocks,
you step to me with a weapon,
you'll be reppin' your click in a box
Chorus:
The most s*****ic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin'
Yo this s*** is our life, so let me tell you somethin'
If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this s***'s fresh
[Ill Bill]
I'll kill, you could be my latest victim,
I'll take a s*** on your brain and make you sniff it,
p*** on your b****'s t*** and make you lick it,
you f*****' maggot,
you probably f***** one hundred f*****s,
your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your a** ripped,
come around here actin hardcore,
you never did dirt, you gonna get yurself hurt,
pull up your pink skirt,
your pink panties'll get your wig damaged,
go eat a d*** sandwhich,
I can't stand this m***********,
make this b**** vanish from the planet,
I'll hit you like a ton of granite
get your blood splattered,
face bashed in, you can't win,
I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks,
while watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits
when I be suckin' on you mom's t***,
she my b****, she on my d***,
tell that trick to stop callin' my crib,
why'd you say she wanted to kill the b****?
smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes
doper than Special K explodin' in the fiend's nose
Chorus 1x
(fades out)