Pigmartyr

[Verse 1 - Goretex] Qaballah visits the bad wizards, my visions are cynic Women spirits emprisoned, we tuned to the newest religion The cruelest incisions, we movin' like licensed physicians We add chemistry, now you're out makin' fights and decisions 200 milligrams, leavin' something nice for the pigeons Stuck on the drug farm, disassociated from livin' The hatred escapes and shatters, when I splatter you fill it Die in a fuckin' minute, some say I'm selfish and witty A yo, I'm too satanic, a light a match to the city 50's of sherm, we learn to make grace for the pretty Slaves for the sickly, dominatrix mind, titties are hind and pierced up She likes getting the casket's ears up The cerimony, authors of sin, Gore to begin Allucinatin' cyborg, absorbs the poison in skin Headbands like Jimmy, I turned and rape little Whitney The priest can suck a dick, we packin' meat cleavers and phillys Sanitation's here, stig it to the dump with the morgue Human dumped here, I probably pump shots in your corpse The giggle, return of the scumbags, left with the blood tricklin' Gaspin' for air, suffocation's close, the mud's thickenin' [Verse 2 - Necro] You're wishin' that I be dead So you get to spend the rest of your life in a bed With a kitchen knife in your head Bury you deep in mud, we keep it crud We do worst than beat you up, we graffiti up the streets in blood You got beef, you roll deep and you commin' with thugs? You'll be a hundred motherfuckers runnin' from slugs Why is life a beast? People dyin' for peace? Full fledged riot fightin' police Feel the fire, scold your veins As the flames burn your brain till only charcoal remains Let my words beat you to death, eat a flesh Like a million maggots, Brooklyn's streets are depressed Bleedin' everyday from the stress Pick up the tech, stick up your neck, rip up the deck Necro's verses on cassette strangle you while you breathe Victim left with no air in the chest Giggle inject, then prepare to be bless Bludgeons your chest, covers your neck For all of you to front, you cunts I tell you only once: You might get punch and squanch into a trunk hunch Against a pair of lungs and a snitch's tongue If you feel you're too young don't say something dumb Cause death is right behind your shoulder And you can say: I told you! The climate could get colder, so strive to live older DIE!