[Necro]
Ya dead kid, now your just meat for preparation
Ya brains smeared all over the street like defecation
Pull a gun out on a star
Your way to famous on Hollywood Blvd. to get run over by a car
Big sores? the size of the teeth of Jaws
Chop you into jig saws?
Pop you wit a sig saur?
Staring at death like a 9-11 jumpa
Anti-Christ super star
Drop the spine of a reverend in a dumpsta
Brutal accidents, an axe is leaving dents in your skull
Permitting access to your medullas fragments
A Bullet rushes at you like a piranha to kill
And the slug cuts cleanly thru your skull like Dhamer’s grill
You can tell I’m Satanic from my evil beat selection
Your autopsy’s like a Walbaums meat section
Kid you didn't survive
A stab to the chest
Unfortunately medical science can't always have success

Chorus
You don’t like listening to death rap,
Well I do,
There’s nothing like beautiful music for you to die to
You can't stop pain, how long will cocaine last
A close range blast will leave you with no brains fast
Don't rap, stab yourself to the beat instead
Don't impress me with your raps
Impress me by being dead
I'll be impress when you’re bleeding red
Cause at least you can say you've done something I haven't done yet

[Necro]
Tryin’ to be spiritual so you can get closer?
You'll have to choke on your blood so you can be kosher
It's a fact everything I put out 'll come back
Like cats in the slums of crack
Catch themselves in the back
It's a cycle, and us humans are addicted to the thrill
So now that you’re fucking dead
We need somebody new to kill
If I tried to stop rappin’ like this I couldn't
But if I could , I wouldn't
Smash the door down, fuck gettin' my foot in
Gamblin' your life, I think your outta luck
Don't act rugged if you not
Cause when we bring it, you'll be fucked
Your safe in your crib
With the organs adjacent to your ribs
A punk with so much poison
Not many more days you'll live
You look fucked
You look like your puking gook up
It looks like the rest of your life should suck
When I said, kid you'll get beheaded wit a knife
By the most sadistic mother fucker you ever met in your life

Chorus
You don’t like listening to death rap, Well I do
There’s nothing like beautiful music for you to die to
You can't stop pain, how long will cocaine last
A close range blast will leave you with no brains fast
Don't rap, stab yourself to the beat instead
Don't impress me with your raps
Impress me by being dead
I'll be impress when you’re bleeding red
Cause at least you can say you've done something I haven't done yet



by t i a g u L