Gore! Necro (Ft. Mr Hyde)

[Verse 1: Necro]
Gore!
Some cat will leave you dead and won't know what he did
'Cause what goes on inside his head says it's OK to cut up kids
Gore!
Inside his crib you'll find somebody's ribs
Catch 'em eating a victim rockin' a pair of bloody lips
Gore!
The doctor that you go to on low is loco he be killing patients with sedation so they’ll croak slow
Gore!
If someone gets suspicious he ditches and mission's to a new town and when he visits they'll be more victims
Gore!
Your girl is kidnapped, wrapped up, and packaged in a crate like baggage, sent to a shеik in Iraq
Gore!
Enslavement thе biggest racket in Europe to stirrup more controversy than Michael Jackson's jacket
Gore!
The person you least expect is performing operations in morgues havin' conversations with dogs
Gore!
We hustle violent rap 'cause times are trife
If you disrespect us in the street we'll bring these rhymes to life

[Hook: Necro]
Gore!
Squirting like there's a vent in your head (What?)
Gore!
The culture that represents the dead (Rep it!)
Gore!
Low budgets and exploitations
Gore!
That's what we spit
Gore!
Your wrist is slit
Gore!