feat. Jamey Jasta



[Necro]

We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium

Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium

Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins

Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs

Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor

Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor

Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'

Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death

Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off

Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off

My perspective is respect this or expect

To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections

'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective

Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick fucks

We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it

Go all out, push it to the limit



[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]

Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge

Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished

Up and up the limit, past the point of no return

Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it



[Necro]

Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords

Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse

We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent

Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went

If I'm wrong you could be dead right

When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website





We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss

Demonic, like when the last day in October hits

You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed

You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead

You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex

You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex

You're not living forever, I'll bet you

How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you

No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid

Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit



[Chorus]



[Necro]

You tremble from the brutality

Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality

Bring your big posse

You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace

Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian

cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children

Write your will out to your attorney

After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney

I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped

As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip

Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly

But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly

You're repulsively corrosive

Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives

Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished

Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit