Necrotura

[Verse 1: Necro] Dirty deeds get done dirt cheap for 2Gs Blades inserted deep in your throat, murdered in your sleep Rock you like a hurricane, a berzerk fighter Old school like Dirkschneider, pants tighter than a vagina I used to rock Northface and polos Puffing a spliff in the PJs, bumping Cliff Burton bass solos Rugged like Dickinson on Trooper [?] Demons to get you, Diamond, Simmons, and Cooper You're homosexual on some Marilyn shit The plan is to damage you like Vinnie [?] on the kit You'll get beat up, all of human destiny's fucked I love metal, rep it to Death, rest in peace Chuck The Final Countdown, lots of depression Your beats are weak, your clique is flotsam and jetsam I'm like Skolnick, doing arpeggios that saw through your head Piggy, you'll live forever like the back [?] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] We raise up, like bullets out of arrows Like kings and pharaohs, live in the shadows We the poison in the tip of an assassin's arrow Your demise will be the death of an asshole Of a fucking douchebag, you're the perfect example Get murdered and trampled, stomped into the dirt Anybody makes a move, and everybody gets hurt I'm like gamma radiation; reputation's the cornerstone of respect Disrespect, I'll put a fucking hole in your dome or your chest Coke is the best, it'll make you more money than Jesus And turn your heart colder than ice that's up in your freezer I'm like Mao Zedong and Joe Stalin, exploding violence Suck my dick on a throne [?] and diamonds Have my own people destroyed, raped, and shredded A combination of Ho Chi Minh, Hussein, and Lenin The Circle of Supertyrants in a race for weapons Pay for your love and you always shall remain a legend [Verse 3: Goretex] Into the void, I stab you till your skin is destroyed [?] Goretex [?] flesh and gore [?] I'm a drifter, I shall be reborn Feast on the carcass, I'm like Bill [?] From the projects, strong to the morgue dog I'm like acid, I kill fear Cause of destiny, caught with your face splattered Incision mechanic, Travis Bickle sick with a magnum The addict for killing, my works all displayed in the city Kabala appetite, initiation burns on their titty I'm like the mad scholar, cutting through chicks is groovy Fuck with the goons, pump .22 in your kufi Young [?] handing over doses to groupies Mind control with a cloak like a flash from a bad movie Loose edits, during credits, it's just me and the Uzi Executioner, hang those fuckers in shacks in the boonies