Ill Bill - You're Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] Ahhhhhh, necro! Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin I'm awful, often unlawful Crack you with a softball in your skull Until you've lost all your memory, every morsel Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street While you duplicate, repeat Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat I've got a gun to pull And I'm comfortable Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls And that's that, you bullsh** artists Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap Like hookers from Budapest Chorus: You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead Dead You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead And that's what I said You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead Dead You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead (So dead) that's what I said [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or Black Flag Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated Then some other motherf**er levitated Talkin bout some vampire sh** like he's dedicated Decapitated that f**in f*ggot then I celebrated f**in with me you f**in with psychos Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to k** you Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken gla** of wine And under the path of disaster of a ba*tard by design the blast a nine f** these b**hes, love the cash and cry And we all sick, quick to torture you Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you're startin to choke Chorus