[Necro]
Leave you stiff, like a cat puffin coke and weed in a spliff
Nose broken, bleeding, drift away as they lift you on a stretch of rip
Images of organ incisions get you sick
While you puke up what you chewed up, Now chew up what you threw up
Left in the morgue, food, flesh for a dog
Funeral organs rock a -?
You're wheeled away, now every day your flesh will peel away
Sever decay, maggot infest, rot, dragged and dropped in a plot forever slayed
Slide you inside the cremation chamber
The system of erasing your existence, with flames of nature
Freebase and angel dust is danger, euthanasia
Methods of death stranger, than the sounds of a slanger
Burnt to a carcass, I watch the fires spark old
Then I deliver your family a parcel filled with charcoal
The neurosurgeon, your regurgitating detergent, I urge you to worship
You're on the verge of becoming a servant
There's no physical evidence you existed, when your ashes get pissed on
No one remembers a bitch, kid!
I determine you'll be eaten by vermin, German cockroaches
Swerming through you - Locusts and worms in your skin
[Chorus]
We're living in a world gone mad, a crazy world
a world where death is a way of life
Everyday we read of atrocities sittin on the brain
But I believe to deny what is insane
OR to try to flee from it is to submit to it
To be at the mercy of it when you should just study it
To enjoy life - Chill with me
As we descend into this world gone mad
A world of dying and killing sprees
[Necro]
You're dead, and you'll never come back, you got murdered by a scumbag
The type that doesn't realize that he's done bad
He's walking the streets free, while you're 6 feet deep
Police close the case, plus there's no trace, you're beat
I'll write a verse on your toe tag, you'll get suffocated
With a bag over your face, you'll gag with no air ventilated
I rock a mask, for the stench of rotting corpse's does not smell like a box of chocolates
Your cadaver's packaged, in suitcases and travel baggaged
And buried under gravel in secluded places
I got an appetite for abduction, we kidnap women
torture them, brainwash them and fuck them
I'm a carnivore, my teeth are sharp made
for ripping flesh like blades that carve through body parts
[Chorus]
We're living in a world gone mad, a crazy world
a world where death is a way of life
Everyday we read of atrocities sittin on the brain
But I believe to deny what is insane
OR to try to flee from it is to submit to it
To be at the mercy of it when you should just study it
To enjoy life - Chill with me
As we descend into this world gone mad
A world of dying and killing sprees
Cadavers (God Dethroned)
Lord of foulness swallow me
Intro your morbid world of darkness
Sickening harp rasps accompany
My voyage of damnation
Unchain the soul
From decaying corpse
For the majesty, to corrode
Trying to still
His endless thirst
Breath is grasped away
Feeding the altar flame
Chopped in half, you bleed
Your will to live faints away
Forfilled with darkness, seek the gates
Internal rot, cosumed by worms
Suffocate in your own blood
Arterial bleeding
Mutilation from within
Bacterial raids
Lord of foulness swallow me
Intro your morbid world of darkness
Sickening harp rasps accompany
My voyage of damnation
Unchain the soul
From decaying corpse
For the majesty, to corrode
Trying to still
His endless thirst
Breath is grasped away
Feeding the altar flame
Oh world invisible, we can touch thee
Oh world intangible, we can touch thee
Oh world invisible, we can touch thee
Oh world intangible, we can touch thee
Suffocate in your own blood
Arterial bleeding
Mutilation from within
Bacterial raids
Gods of Rapture (Meshuggah)
I feel torn apart
A vile misfit fallen deep into affliction of my hollow mind
The sense of suffocation grows inside my lungs
When I wake into truth I'm back among the blind
The truth of lies
Disenchanting my eyes
How can I survive
I can't stand being alive
Gods of rapture
Enshrouding my eyes
A try to hide
That slowly I die
My past laughs at me
From the other side of negation
Untying the lasting few cords of common sense
Submerged into the flow
The rapids of addiction
Too weak to push it back
A worm without defence
My flesh fading undressing the bones
Behold me naked cadaver exposed
This my abuse
I can't take it no more
The fragile truth sneering at me
With teeth pressed like thrusting nails
Into my head
All my life I regret
Your Fuckin Head Splits (Necro)
Yo
Yeah uh
Yo this the shit right here
Yo this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this shit up real fucking loud
[Necro]
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas the fanciest
Cancerous spoken lyricist pack a shank on the hips
You a skanky bitch slit ya wrist and clittoris
If your inhibited i'll piss in ya syphillis and get pissed
Mr.death dr.demise surgeon slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You wack if you dont appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device
The chronic you light inhale for those in jail
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails
My brains charred like burnt flesh and scarred
Ripping ya breast apart digest ya heart
Die!
[Chorus 2x]
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split
[Necro]
Terrorize ya whole clit make suck ya own tits
And spit the cancer out grab a glock; call me sir manson-a-lot
Blow ya brains on the seats varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine bustin weed kill you slowly it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in ya skull from the stress feelin numb in ya chest
Anxiety attack murder you with a variety
An axe a mack a black jack a back crack
Right upside ya fuckin head for talking shit about this kid
You bled sadistic and red my biscuit pumps lead
Cock it obnoxious get chopped up in boxes
I'm toxic my topics are gothic
Morbidity you can't get rid of me
The reason that humidity is shittin me
So kill ya'self and write a note
Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat
Ya windpipe is choked
New york is full of transvestites in coats
Helpless when chicks control and sacrificing goats
It's death for these second street derelicts
Reppin' it sellin shit malevolent
Mad felons kid i got three in the fam
Me and my man will beat you with hands leave you beneath the sand
You sinkin quickly i'm thinking i'm sickly
I need medication the cadavers are getting stinky
[Chorus 2x]
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split
Split slpit
Fuckin head split fuckin head split bitch fuckin head split
Your Fuckin' Head Split (Necro)
Yo
Yeah uh
Yo this the shit right here
Yo this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this shit up real fucking loud
[Necro]
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas the fanciest
Cancerous spoken lyricist pack a shank on the hips
You a skanky bitch slit ya wrist-clittoris
If your inhibited I'll piss in ya syphillis and get pissed
Mr.Death Dr.Demise Surgeon Slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You wack if you dont appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device
The chronic you light inhale, for those in jail
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails
My brains charred like burnt flesh and scarred
Ripping ya breast apart digest ya heart
Die!
Chorus: repeat 2X
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
ya you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split
[Necro]
Terrorize ya whole clique make suck ya own tits
And spit the cancer out, grab a glock; call me Sir Manson-a-Lot
Blow ya brains on the seats varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine dust and weed, kill you slowly it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in ya skull from the stress feelin numb in ya chest
Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety
An axe, a mack, a black jack, or BAD crack
Right upside ya fuckin head, for talking shit about this kid
You bled, sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead
Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes
I'm toxic, my topics are gothic
Morbidity you can't get rid of me
the reason this humidity is shit to me
So kill ya'self and write a note
Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat
Ya windpipe is choked
New York is full of transvestites in coats
Helpless wenches control and sacrificing goats
It's death for these second street derelicts
Reppin' it sellin shit malevolent
Mad felons kid I got three in the fam
Me and my man will beat you with hands leave you beneath the sand
You sinkin quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly
I need medication the cadavers are getting stinky
Chorus: repeat 2X
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Don't you know my shit's too sick
Kid you know you can't fuck with this
Might get ya whole fuckin head split
Split split
fuckin head split fuckin head split bitch fuckin head split
Thugz All Ova da World (Krayzie Bone)
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm
always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'
to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But,
man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you
try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me
daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how
these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a
stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest
groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'
rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring
troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and
boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that
they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'
tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout
they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew
what I had to do. Said, ";Nigga, look the year is '99."; I'm dead serious. About
my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop,
pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your
profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that
Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started.
Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the
matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino.
Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes
out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or
rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Dark Inside (Akercocke)
Drink the blood
Shadows cast
Formless flesh
Your disguise
Divine Hell
Ritual
Crush your shape
Unholy dance
The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver
See the blood
Obscene prayer
Intoxicate
Seraph pure
Evil Sublime
Agony
Purified by
My perversion
The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver
A perfect suggestion
You understand despite
The words you can really hear
My carnal intention
Unfolds before your very eyes
The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil
Hours drip by
Time burning
Your wine spills from
The glass you barely hold
Disrobing
Sublimely
Reaching down to claim the prize
The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil
But they mean nothing at all
Breathing
Scratching
From the inside
Untouchable
Unreachable
Uncertainty
The night is no disguise
The darkness is a mirror
I was feeling blind
Everything seemed new to me
You made up my mind
Lies were really truth you see
Babies With Guns (Aesop Rock)
radio, check check, video, check check
this is how the city folk and mole people connect
somebody warp the message right i'll pass it to the next
now the perferrated county's making you upset
harvest all brand x clark kents to worm pool
carbon heart
burried his nozzle in fossil marker art
pardon
cadaver had a legitimate pulse
and littered volts are with the village
where the skiddish pigeons molt
bastard poacher gasped
with the pigeon with lazerus billy goat whiskers
he rose to see salt in the open blisters but
blind anarchy slips through the cracks,
see naked martyrs with bubbliscious on fishing rods
itching to pull it back
with that organic invention incubated to hatch
suome can try to make it fructose on paper now
allow the details later and the crews will taper out
of wooly mayors ousts?
through piggy jammy happy shooting at the bladed mouth
bazooka tooth zoo keep the paper route
with janky funds and favors
cradled by twelve empty sell the heart containers
man, it's freezing in this brick bitch
winter forever
like pucks that tawny felt down with his sore furry wrist severed
i walk face first through the sex, guns, and church
with wild things that make maurice syndek question his early works
but no hostages no promises
out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets,
now clogs off gromits
running from a rabid ring wraith click, basilisk, serpentine
in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes
scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree
some toddler's smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
dogg, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets
and those ain't twin beenie babies inside his pockets
2010 sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus
evolution for the young killer convenience
radio, check check, video, check check
this is how the city folk and mole people connect
somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next
now the perferrated county's making you upset
magazine, check check, paper route, check check
this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect
somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests
polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?
now-a-days even the babies got guns
diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
misplace the bottle might catch a bad one
have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young
hold up
if the jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
it makes homicide okey dokey and your god will forgive you
just show the saints at heaven's gate you should be on the list
i hear overlooks manslaughter for a tatooed crucifix
twisty, fidgety, contradicting
wild animal shit bleed off the slide of born doctor?
to mister turnable mind bought?
somewhere to laminate dry bones in cool water and ease madula
after you thumb sucking diaper chains
give birth and shoot the school up
i duel, too, but only to exploit no brainers
teenager beef past alligator teeth
and extra-curricular flagpole scrappin'
amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones
team mechanism brought airborn shrapnel scraps to hassle captain
by the itchy index of an umbilically garped fraggle baby
fragile, maybe, ya think
chop shop and a misled maladjusty crusty lock box
hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
like dueling commutal hopscotch gives them leverage
cut 'em with mortars
while i mumble in the immortal slang of "must-not [sleep]"
for the anti-lead nirvana
i used to think i'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
now the bus is slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
suffered through kingsley
rep a wide pride dosage
for tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
not a coach, but that'll even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage your folk get smoked local
block[head], if you need me, i had to bounce to d.c.
to bullet-proof mom's flower garden
before the war cheats me
if i'm not back in a week tell the crew i said "peace, and lay low"
strains don't vacate slow
radio, check check, video, check check
this is how the city folk and mole people connect
somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next
now the perferated county's making you upset
magazine, check check, news flash, check check
this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect
somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests
polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?
now-a-days even the babies got guns
diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
misplace the bottle might catch a bad one
have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young
aboard the battleship, gray sky, the day i
got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
so, no, i'll probably never write another daylight
because the stingers tend to cling more than a portable hay rides
it adds up when a pioneer fall
incompares to your ninety-nine bottles of beer wall
there's banana peels in your hamster wheels
hand cannons in your shoebox, please
mine's got adidas, rest in peace.............get at me.
Flashflood (Aesop Rock)
We'll have more news after this commercial word'
(As so it goes..)
'At least I think I
was here asleep...
Is it possible, conceiveable that I sleepwalked out of my apartment
And
went berzerk?'
[Aesop Rock]
In slipped rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped
briefly back to my apartment
Parked in front the fan
And reminesce about the day I ran a mile
with your heart in my hand
'Tesants get the New York home game
With real life shoot-em-up
action
Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
Free game piece all included
I told this cat the earth
was flat
He walked till his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid
Brick-a-back
novelty
Spliced with that sixth pack odyssey
Godspeed Tequilla worm future, be concerned
My
feelings spread across the land reporting avalanche sightings
While my introverted side
is flying cadavers on kite strings
I'ma never give, I'm juiced off ejection
I'm stubborn
as a thousand born agains avoiding questions
From the alpha to the sand
I bake the date up
for my pledge
To 'bay the traitor in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled
Not a creature
stirred, it reaks of subway metal
Feather lecture journalist chin on fish shenanigans
Recording
mayhem with voices
Benefit to break room
Mummified manequins with future cleanse adamant
And
skeleton in cabinet
This a Malcom circus, got a ring of fire
Just big enough to shove my purpose
in a circle
I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew
Release the hounds and see which one
can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA!
I lay the Lord down upon its belly
With my foot dug in
between the third and fourth disk
Yelling 'Break yo'self!'
I'm the actualized data commission
past penny tip jar donation
Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability
Took a heart
pledge early on
Bled onto the drum doser
Plow in the metronome, home
Lone caddy corner to
cock-eyed sound booster
Sensation'll leave siesomgraph stabbin away on stone tablets
To
sketch up out your future
I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand
But
have canceled developed, courtesy America
Land of the free base
Home of the triplicate
grill character
My sorta sideways tilt called pinball blinker
It citizens wander through
ex-warrants steady bleed
With dilapadated winter jacket
I rock a crooked lid piece
A sweat
a bit to make my Wookie ends meet
Pascifist willing to step into a friend's beef if needed
Wing
clipper, I hierarch compassionate
Where they whine on some 'Daddy's gonna kill Ralphy'
shit
Sucked the proverbial silver spoon to the parents quit apparently
Parasol spinnin
casually like 'I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me'
Ok, time to buckle the f**k down
Side
of the wobbly system back to original form, pumpkin
You can catch the memoir in several dimensions
The
joy of life logic, don't employ the spite process
Hence, your plight botches
'I don't know
what got into me
I didn't even cause all that destruction
I'm sorry...so sorry'
[Chorus]
4x
This be the big
F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, Flashflood
'That I sleepwalked out of my apartment and went berzerk?'
Night Train Freestyle (Necro)
Necro's goin to brave a stunt
Yo, who the fuck you think made Chrissy Applegate a cunt
Don't be fakin shit, make no mistake wit this
I'll backslap you til you're retarded like DeNiro up in "Awakening"
Time for money making, you better give up the bacon
You will sleepin forever, that fuckin pedophile, I will
Fuck you, rip my fist when I twist my wrist like Bowser
Then I'll cut open your heart like a satanic Dougie Howser
{*Laughter drowns out words*} Mental 666 like Nicky
I know you wanna see me played, but my style is all juice
Cause yo, in a +Minute+, you'll be my fuckin +Maid+
Yom codeine, like Al Golstein, ODin, you better hit fuckin record
You bitch, go get a tape, trip over a wire and crack open your face
Do what it takes to get a tape and record it into place
You kickin envy, nah, shut the fuck up, fucker I'll do what I want
Plus I'll rip anyday, freestyle or written, a shoe flies up on the stage
Beats the guitar, I'll leave a battle and pack a bigger blade
Now what, you're lost and nobody wants to find you
The only deal you'll get is when Satan signs you
Sicko, sickest bastard, runnin through clubs
Dead, like a trends a stickin acid, peep it
You can't see me, like I'm in the sky
I got cut above your eye sockets so the blood drips in your eyes
Ain't seen nothin decent, pick up my slick 187 reasons
Why Ali Wood needs me, son
Yeah, yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a pig in they fellafel
Wit a knock of bacon, who fuck this car saggin
Yeah, yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a pig in they fellafel
Wit a knock of bacon, who fuck this car saggin
I seen demons in back of taxi cabs
My thougts attack me like a bad acid tab
Or a crack drag, the black flag
Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
You and I collide, never suits and ties arrive
Drive in medicated, then the thoughts and dreams accelerated
Then some motherfucker levitated
Talk about some vampire shit like he's dedicated
So I chopped his fuckin head off quick then I celebrated
I give up my last two dollars, after this honey shows me now
She's a fuckin pig whose gonna huff and puff and blow me down
Her cunts covered with lice, dust and parasites lust
But yo she's a got a nice butt, paradise lust
Lights camera orgy, can I suck on the piece
You're vagina yeast is my tiger feast when I fuck like a beast
Cream on your cunt, nicely groomed high tops
Finger lookin good, get funky high twat
Pure evil, vagina yeast, like a statue perfectly chisseled in
Shove a missile in, shoot the GZA, man
Now babies my scums, nitro glicerin
Leave my Mellow Yellow jizalin fuck
Porno but let's courts
The Golden Girls, they got their name
How you think, I pissed on all them cadavers
Like i drank alot of (???)
You think I got enough lunch
To cross is fork or a muff
Launch excited groupies
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