Tyrannical Circle of Tyrants

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Torture you for drug money and laugh, we the funniest
We find humor in things we leave bloodiest
Goons from the NYC, Canarsie
ILL CANI-BILL, y'all know who the fuck I be
On stage and paranoid, I be carrying heat
'Cause what happened to Dimebag ain't gonna happen to me
I'm popping that gray ratchet, honor Mark David Chapman
Spaz out and bash in his face with a hatchet
Take it in blood, sniff lines between hatred and love
Between your body and the case in the slugs
Make bass stomp like Geddy Lee on stage with Rush
190 BPM's laced with dust
We the tyrannical, my tabernacle's mechanical
Fanatical with the appetite of a cannibal
Splatter your fucking head in half like a cantaloupe
I'm the disease and there is no antidote

[Verse 2: Necro]
Kill back, liberate your brain quick
And puff a brick of weight
Smoke till you deteriorate
Tittelate and invigorate
Articulate sick hate
Get your chestplate trigger-sprayed
Instigate and pick a date for your death
A knife in your throat, a slug in your back
Pick your fate
Watch it miss and ricochet off your brain
'Till you sit and lay in a bed in a cripple state
The autopsy will stipulate, the gun shot's incel bait
With the beat, incubate
Ain't it plain to see?
If there's any one cat that'll murder your brain, it's me!
I'm established and anguished
Like Genghis Khan holding a shank, kid
Satanic slanguage
I speak brutal truth, beef with me, you will lose
What you wanna do? It's for you to choose