[Hook: Necro]
We're gonna start k**in
Cause I got these feelings inside
So what your dead kid, you ain't special
Millions have died
You think sh**'s funny
You'll laugh in a ditch
After you get your face ripped off
Or your left with half of your lips
Even with a chest thats strapped with a vest
No one's safe cause this evil infestes
And stays trapped in your flesh
And life, you learn its a risk
You could get burned to a crisp
You won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff
[Verse 1: Goretex]
Ronnie called, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs
Wench in the crib, I smelled her from the stench in the fridge
Keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt
Hopeless and stressed, we feed them more coke to forget
Garbage-bag em! 20 tecs to the windpipe
Sit tight! my surgical gloves, service a midwife
Sprinkle powdered X, trifle on the blonde beaver
Aiyyo satans back, and he just made the cover of Don Diva
Some mail order teens, from philippines
Sex puppet, quadriplegic, with bigger tits from Creatine
Thuggin it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money sh**
Thorazine, b**hes fillet, stay in my dungeon pit
[Verse 2: Necro]
Yo Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits
I murdered this fat b**h, now its time to incinerate her slit
Kid, uncle howie's new girlfriends is a cyborg
A electronical vocal cords, spanish robotic who*e
This b**h's kit, Howie came over for a hit
He asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some sh**
Put him on the cover, filmed the video, Mordecai was smokin crack
Yarmulke and all that, so give him dap
We're taking fat pieces of sh**s, enslaving them
And attaching them to horses, and cracking 'em with the whip
I got gene, computer guys brain fried
Sent him back to the projects with the roaches, so he commit suicide
His mothers obscene, she had a wart attached to her face
The size of a grape, had to cut it off with a laser beams
I put a gun to his head, should of bust a lead
Cause the depressed f*ggot is cancerous as walking dead
Mail em b**hes, co*kroaches and pictures
Of asian b**hes, with shotties in the mouth, I'm sadistic
I had her s**ing barrel, flashin crotch
My p**nographic thirty two panel insert is HOT
[Verse 3: Goretex]
We carry heat
Howie rock the whole fleet
Caddie jeeps,heated seats
Party favors, snow, with iceberg sheets
I like chicks with over-bites, make the urinal sweet
Pullin my meat, we bust off we tossin' off on they cheeks
Some rap sadists, with homemade blades and face lifts
I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beat box and rapists
Now I cruise Cali, f** jakes, fakes, and cash who*es
Drivin up the coast, c**aine stuck on my dashboard
Y'all b**hes nauseate me, knowing that scorn is a tool
You mad corny, cause you probably watch p**n for the dudes
Sellin' your M3 for AZT and the test tubes
Cept it's too late, the man made serum affects you
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