You’re Dead Necro (Ft. ILL BILL)

[Verse 1: Necro]
Ahhhhhh, Necro!
Yo, the most morbid overdose off it
Like Cindy Crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
I'm awful, often unlawful
Crack you with a softball in your skull
'Til you've lost all memory, every morsel
Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
While you duplicate, repeat (BITER)
Leave you lookin' like bloody lubricated meat
I've got a gun to pull
And I'm comfortable
Pumpin' a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
Bustin' off like I'm huntin' for squirrels
A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
And that's that, you bullshit artists
Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
Through an intruder's chest; right through the flesh
Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
Like hookers from Budapest

Chorus:
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
And that's what I said
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
(So dead) that's what I said