[Verse One] My shit's straight bile You're mild, you've got no style I won't be impressed 'til you possessed by Belial I make beats, like surgeons resume To stitch up your wounds Inside the emergency room They must work urgently or you'll permanently be in a tomb You seein' the clergy soon I'm taking this rap game, serious from the start Like your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart Playing fucking God Lacerating to pieces of lard Like vultures ripping Jesus apart You're chopped up and divided in cubes My tracks pump like blood pumping through IV tubes The human body's gore, who the fuck created it? Veins and brains are insane, it's some creative shit Satanic organs Melodies of morbidness Over the ramming sword of sicknesses, the world absorb of this You rap like a cadaver There's no life in you I should stick a knife in you Right through your windpipe will do [Chorus 2x] 24 shots in your head I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead So I pump 4 more in your head With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader [Verse Two] My pumping tracks, hit you like gun shots, fire crackers And jumping jacks, wrapped into one attack This year, is just another point in time Another year time devours the joints in your spine Until you're stressed With no credentials left Just your essential breath and the potential death It's, maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles Caught up in the cycle of psychos It's when your life goes I'm done with babbling, a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em Son, you ain't fronting on my album Spitting on your bitch's tits They shift the shit My pistol grip is sadistic like Mephisto's clique [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you With the impact of Necro's rap It's morbid truth, in fact Not since the first sin, has a poet created grim verbatim like me Where you making the industry cringe I've had a profound effect My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck My first radio coverage introduced you to being bludgeoned And took you through the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging Now I've got hundreds loving Who would have thought I'd be considered the greatest cat Explaining the verbal onslaught Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a Freestyle where I wreck the respected [Chorus] DIE!
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