Necro - Nirvana lyrics

(Feat. Goretex, I'll Bill, Mr. Hyde) [Verse 1: Necro] Before ligaments and fridges The triple six digits religion Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget Was created by ancient midgets My kamikaze cronies Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords Doing quasi religious ceremonies I see with the Alseek Curse you into paralysis Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt f** thou shall not k**, do what thou wilt! Skeeming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69 Introduce you to hallucogenic narcotics Baiting you with females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms Fu-Manchu in effect Banging spoons like Yuri Yella Then I'll sharpen the ends And juxs you in the neck 67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers [Verse 2: I'll Bill] Javel and dagger Author of d**h Virgins with big breasts Soldiers of morbid thoughts Nuns indulging in incest Bring me the goat, manipulating woman on dope Kidnap the pope Hang from the rope And strapped in the throat I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan And capture your soul Author of sacrifice, you'll survive the bashing your skull The master within the code Authors of math Step in my chapel of goons My collection of scalpels and tools And used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes Cermonial d**h Serpin the ancient verses But Zeus possesses his sister Masterbating in the monastary She used the crucifix to pop a cherry Perverted priest, flirt with the deceased The black ma** is achieved Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast Hunger for human flesh and s** the cannibal's feast Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete [Verse 3: Goretex] 20 hits and the room melts Get dosed with the black acid Kidnapping your wife Tape safe suppositories in plastic Candles smashing ariolas Cold as a ba*tard Torn from a casket Human flesh gets scorned into ashes Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page Take a stage of blood Converts and followers Bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz gloves The yalo drive, from up in the hills Californication of pills Triple six engraved in your f**ing gills We're real wifey Made eat the whole cake Worship a ghost state Puncture your throat with chunks of Colgate Launching the craig And cutting his thoughts in the first day The surgeon of hate I'm licensed to keep my nurses okay I'm the rapping (Anton) LaVey Kevorkian, with dust in the J Hellaways pussies The podium Molest your remains I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson Original, dillusional Goons, we move through the system [Verse 4: Mr. Hyde] Enter the master witchdoctor Evil emperor of my chance Will anoint the dead And poison heads And brainwash a chant I envision baptism With satanic mechanisms Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions My system of worship Features b**hes in skirts I should purify my pretty Before they are visciously murked We note the impregnated, corrupt the average s*** Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups Hide the leader of Senchin Along with evil henchman Puking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing Blood painted pentagrams Engulfed by flames Charcoal chunks of frames We feast on monkey brains Calmly cutting down your spine Now we're chugging blood of wine Choke and suffocate what's wine The f**ing suffering is divine While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm Sacrificial animals get abducted from the far