Knife In Your Spine (Satanic WordPlay)

[Intro: sample] (Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Dying Times here) [Verse 1: Necro] The brutalist rapper on Earth will murder you through a verse Murder you in person personally I personify pervertedly hurting you Perfectly, powerfully smashing you, potently picture perfect Pandemonium, pleasureful pain, I condone the sin Damnation rap attracts devastation, gats levitation Medication Axe, hacks into your back revelation Premonition, demolition, death doctrine, concoction Cock the Glock back when there's no option for boxin A representation of hesitation, pulling it out And not using it a disaster waiting for procrastination Rockin black Reeboks, chasing you for 3 blocks Face it your dead, gun smack you and pop you with 3 shots In the back of you waiting mysteriously, seriously Destroy you deliriously, like a conspiracy theory The spirits are near me, don't irritate me The pirates of violence will ooze the virus of science that created me The ambassador of massacre, mass murdering slurs Trafficking white slaves in the world this racket occurs Shotguns with pump action, dump fractions of metal shrapnel Actual caps peeled in your physical capsule My lyrics factually, naturally, more rugged Then you average savage if you average it mathematically Numerically sticking your wrists with picks Count Down to the blitz, evil like Mxyzptlk 666 [Chorus: Necro sample] [Death comes in the worst way... Death comes in the worst way Through Satanic wordplay here's a knife in your spine.. Death comes in the worst way... You can't beat it join it Death comes in the worst way Through satanic wordplay here’s a knife in your spine..] [Verse 2: Mr.Hyde] I got the mind of a poacher with the pride of a soldier Use the lion and cobra, I'll apply when I'm older See majority counts, I'm selling gore by the ounce I'm pretty sure the amounts a little more than a douse You soaked by sickness, provoke my instincts You'll be cut to giblets, your throats and wrists slit Jab your jugular, it hurts, stab your skull until it squirts Your blood'll burst and add another color to your shirt Turn your feet to chopped meat, you'll be bludgeoned and vicked Leave your teeth in the concrete and your skull on a stick All delusions of grandeur get excluded from stanzas No eluding the panther, the ensuing of cancer You get exquisite visits by blades that make incisions A vision of you bitches to bits with Richard Scissors Slicing through you fucks will leave a scuff on my sword Guts will slide across the floor like a puck in shuffle board My Glock is shot with force, leaving you a rotted corpse 100 Molotov’s to cause a jungle holocaust Don't fear the reaper, cause I'm just a fact of life What you should fear, is once you're dead I'll probably attack your wife Give your girl something to watch, putting roaches in her crotch Chop the package into part, and put the postage on the box When the chromes spit, your dome's split, the kiss of death is blown bitch Leave you in a cold stiff, stinking like the homeless Chorus