Necro speaking:{yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch,
For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it}
[necro]
Yo, Im dancin on your grave like borishnikov,
Ill rip you off,
Leave you in the desert til the voltures strip your corpse,
Then rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft
til the flesh is pealin off,
Im 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,
Couldnt help your dead boss cut his head off,
Brutal, sadistic, the only way,
Ill be remembered, after Im dismemebered,
And my bones decay, a rap legend,
To the aggressionary session,
My invention of tention and powerful progression,
Its time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
Hit your mind like with someones strict-nine,
For all the shell, clips and glocks,
You step to me with a weapon,
Youll be reppin your clique in a box
Chorus:
The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put em in a box
We aint playin, we aint rhymin for nothin
Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin
If you ever diss me ima bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths thatll stab you up too
Now say violence (violence), death (death)
Yo there aint nothin left to say, this shits fresh
[ill bill]
Ill kill, you could be my latest victim,
Ill take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it,
Piss on your bitchs tits and make you lick it,
You fuckin maggot,
You probably fucked one hundred faggots,
Your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin your ass whipped,
Come around here actin hardcore,
You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt,
Pull up your pink skirt,
Your pink pantiesll get your whig damaged,
Go eat a dick sandwhich,
I cant stand this motherfucker,
Make this bitch vanish from the planet,
Ill hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered,
Face bashed in, you cant win,
Ill stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks,
While watchin mob flicks, nasty like armpits
When I be suckin on you moms tits,
She my bitch, she on my dick,
Tell that trick to stop callin my crib,
Whyd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
Smokin green clove, walkin around town flossin the free clothes
Doper than special k explodin in the fiends nose
Chorus 1x
(fades out with gatling gun sounds)
