Necro - Joe Spinell lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr Hyde] Metaphysical, satanic, a dramatic episode I bet my scissors will wreak havoc on lymphatic nodes and toes You ain't met a k**er yet with intellect to fill a Tec That's why I slit your neck and jet and have a second side of [?] All you'll get is silhouettes and not a drop of DNA While you rot away, decay, I'm being jocked at VMAs See it matters that you scatter when I shoot the 45th Cuz you could get your data spider out of your computer chip How does it feel that you were hit, when the Glock that I shot rang After I pop your top, I load your pockets with loose change We get to smother guys after a baby's mother dies Traumatized by my replies to dumb f**s with knives Hyde's rotten, disdainful, sick, and plotting to maim you It's hot and painful when you're shot with a brainful We're bringing out the dead, drill and drink up what you bled Sleeping with your mother's carca**, and it's stinking up my bed [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Sleaze merchant, my diseased verses freeze meat curtains Chop you in little pieces like white castle cheeseburgers Even worse than the prostitution of teen virgins Double D nurses surrounded by murderous creeps and perverts Circle of surgeons, the urgent, prose of perversion Doctors with shotguns, surgery, 2009 version The most evasive, with explosive hatred Cultivation of the ultimate code to Satan It's a bizarre and replsive nation It embraces your soul like murder initiation Suicidal ayatollah, more aliver than an al Qaeda soldier With a dirty bomb on his shoulders You are entering the Circle of Tyrants A world of s**, money, d**, murder, and violence We the next step after the planes, The bullet that exits Your skull after it splatter your brains [Verse 3: Goretex] Garbage bags from Ronnie, two shotties from '94 Body you down with the same frown that I had before I ain't at war with Satan, it seems this is my destiny On my shoulder, these feelings like he's the only one next to me The urge to splurge on your chest, it manifests [?] my new [?] will tear through your flesh, putrid, like poop s** [?] of my shovels, still damp from the bloody waters The balls to ambush your crib, rocking a grill like [?] Chainsaws and [?] aimed at cli*orises Young vixens in coffins, victims in storage, cut into meaty portions Cuz I'm sneaky, rip the f**ing corpse and I'm off Light a torch, a wizard of gore and k**ing, for villains, we set it off Keys to the mortuary deep in his suit Tools of the trade, I'm equipped to drain your image for food Gross as hell like I'm Joe Spinell I treat hoes like mannequins slashing their throat with shells Like post mortem k**s [Verse 4: Necro] Nothing like a violent vignette with a murderous minuet If you ain't got no fear, it's cuz I ain't put any in you yet Blinding you with science, give you an acid eye rince Your asinine pastor gets blasted by the Circle of Defiance I'll hurt you again, perform surgery with a pen I'm like ten cats in one, I'm one cat that murders ten! Leave you looking like melted American cheese Rotting like Lou Gehrig's disease, somebody bury you please! My popular stances are vile like testocular cancer Like Pazuzu's grill or the posture of a pastor Get away from me when I change into a stranger With a banger, cuz the word "anger" is one letter short of "danger" Spread like a herpes who*e, it's Murphy's Law Everything goes wrong, but we stay strong like a serpent's jaw Strangle you, kick you in the skull, like a kangaroo I'm like pachenga, juxin with [?], you're through!