(feat. Ill Bill)



[Necro]

I've conducted extensive research

Now every verse is corrupted, offensive to the church

Destructive demented words

You've been instructed by sentences in each word

featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first

My brutal arm is runnin' through your mind

stabbin' up the cerebrum down to the spine, cut up the region

My personality represents the worst reality

Ever since a kid I rocked the reverse mentality

I give no apologies for my biology

Don't follow me and I qualified to have my qualities

You're disqualified, you get no equality

Senseless homicide equals Necro psychology

I'm the leading authority in subjects

like beatings that leave you bleeding orally, a part of me's obsessed

A major label would've been the end of me

I was meant to be an independently runned entity

I've got the illest mind, it's corroded like Philas Villa's spine

Like thirty eight serial killers combined

It takes one individual act

to stop you from kickin' a pitiful rap, it's a miserable fact

You'll get visibly hacked into shreds and left for dead

gushing from your head with a pair of scissors attached

It's wizardry the way you disappear from the earth physically

covered up exquisitely

Smothered up with pillows militantly

You see, you dyin as quiet as can be is the key

I obtained a sick brain

From the streets of Brooklyn with a need to inflict pain



[Ill Bill]

I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz

You can't interpret this

Murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit

Slice precise like a surgeons wrist

Another verse that slips into the grips of the perverse and sick

There's nothing worse than this

There's nothin more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss

and faeces like G G Allin with german chicks

Imagine a minute before a person flips

A minute they be strangled with the blue face the purple lips

Leaving you lyin' on the cold floor, mouth open

Found you bloated a week later wreakin' of fowl odor

Fuck the fake scriptures

We sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of satan and take pictures

My laboratory table's bottle nosed

It's already too late and you've just noticed that you've been followed home

Look into my eyes, hollow hole

Ill Bill, cold blooded demon from hell without a soul

I'm responsible for bandagin' the impossible

If you listen to Uncle Howie and Psycho-Logical                                                                               Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, gonna cost a fool

We the reason Doctors are appointed at the hospital