[Verse 1: Necro]
I'm like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My rap are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed, there's no talking to you
Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to?
I'm pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said
I'm mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace
[Verse 2: Mr. Hyde]
Hyde, injure you with ninja crews, contemplate what sin to do
Negotiate with Satan, cause it's his decision too
Hold a sword like ghost dog, leaving blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrepit kid, that the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfuckers inebriated by semen
Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red
Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead and put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk or rip cause I don't wanna talk
Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tomahawk
Open up your skull, fabrics falling to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound
I'm like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My rap are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed, there's no talking to you
Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to?
I'm pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said
I'm mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace
[Verse 2: Mr. Hyde]
Hyde, injure you with ninja crews, contemplate what sin to do
Negotiate with Satan, cause it's his decision too
Hold a sword like ghost dog, leaving blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrepit kid, that the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfuckers inebriated by semen
Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red
Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead and put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk or rip cause I don't wanna talk
Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tomahawk
Open up your skull, fabrics falling to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound
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