Necro - WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Live Freestyle lyrics

Yo I hate your face My box cutter stutters f*ggot get cut up jagged Witness the gutter I'm packing heavy metal to murder you residue Whip out The Metallica from my hip, blast some Megadeth at you Peep the crack in vials Run up on you with 10 n***as rocking their backwards smiles Then slice you up like it's back in style Heist your life Like a thief racking piles of merchandise Pack the niles you living in wack denial Necros the mortician of sk**s On a mission to k** your brain like the brand new Moog and the musician on krills I know you hate to learn But d**h is 360 like bell bottoms Rock bottom like sodom wait your turn You could find me warm Insult me I'll transform Grimy cats surround you like Poisonous ant swarm hit you like a sandstorm Pet your hymen Psychos walkin the streets Screaming out "Hey Satan Necro was rhyming" Engulf the nation My impulse hits you like a million volts of insults My k**ing cult shall indulge in cremation Cats flock to the sick I'm like a four foot fro rocking a pick Pick pocket you quick find out who you are So I know when I'm clocking your clique The industries f**ing you, no Vaseline And you still jocking their dick b**h Jocking it b**h Jocking it Yo I squeeze your neck skeez with the mad grip Butcher knife to your f**ing throat uh oh bad trip Poltergeist Hallucinations while basing Your seeing human, beings that aren't being human A tab of acid cop it put it on your tongue and pop it Green yellow purple the lights are flashing you can't stop it Control time, do as I say it's time for slaughtering Cut your throat and as you die recite Necro your the king I'll give you the privilege to carve ya Self like the ghoul on the bloody mattress In Hellraiser, covered with larva Only if your good ill let you hear a rhyme About a boy at nine in a sadistic crime Its sado-masochistic time Lets beat out fist bloody on a punching bag End up in my dungeon gagged until you are a hundred f*g Blood flows with any blow Necro lands Fighting me is like fighting a f**en alien with six hands Plus when you bump heads with ten of my soldiers Get cracked with forty knuckles like you were an Epipian stoned by boulders