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Destined To Die (Necro)


This is a Captain Carnage and Necrophiliac duet of death!
It's the Witchcraft Killer!!!

[Captain Carnage]

Fillin my **in bed with skulls
Choppin up bodies until my blade dulls
I don't give a ** about the people dyin
Try to take mines and on your **in back, you'll be lyin
Then, like a corpse in a dead morgue
I find your **in body in Prostate Park, bitch
I'll have you **in hangin like a **in killa on a meathook
Then your **in flesh is getting cooked
Roastin, I chop up **in poor man is toasted
I suggest that you dont **in piss me off
Now cunt, my **in hollow tips ain't soft
I rip up your rectum, blow out your back
When I body attack, I'm a **in maniac
I don't know who the **in I am, or where the ** I'm goin
Cause another dead body is what I'm persuin
So I continue to laugh
Knowin any given moment, I could join a bloodbath

[Chorus 2x (Necro and Captain Carnage)]

Destined to die kid! (Destined to die)
Mother**ers are just destined to die!!

[Captain Carnage]

Again I bloody and shush
When I flush and you mush
Down a toilet
I wipe my **in "Green Soylent"
Throw down a log, then I make sure you die
There's no escapin New York, even if you **in try
I stick my **in pick, my jagged blade always slices
Get too close, and I kill you with my **in knife, kid
I chop a ** gorilla up, then I poach her
When I reimpulse ya, they **in won't know ya
A leg here, an organ over there
Your **in body parts scattered every **in where
So demented, I convict them consequently
Kid, I beat the mother**in bitch that I tormented
In my dungeon, I'll be **in plungin
All types of cunts that this dude's **in life functions
I cut and you wind up in my backyard
It's gore, wives should get their **in legs cut
Violators get smeared with tar and feathers
Bitches get slapped up a different type of lettuce
I'm **in stingy, I'll be quick to rip the last piece of flesh
I'm lookin forward to seein your death


[Captain Carnage]

What the ** you lookin at you stupid ugly motha**a
I shoot you like a dog in a heartbeat, then rape
I **in eat your brains for lunch
Your bones go crunch, as I **in much your corpse
Cause you wenches though somethin proper but until you stepped up
Kid you get swept up
Like a dolla, if you **in try to holla
I'll be leavin you wit a bloody **in colla
Motha**a, I never swallow my pride
I'd rather see you die, than let a motha**a slide
Motha**s get dissed and clowned
Try to get loud, I'll leave you dead with a **in cloud
I make abortions
I got a **in full clip
And my silencer
Makes it more violenter
So motha**a, don't ** wit me
Cause I'll, be ready to unload my gat until it's empty
I never break a motha**a at his party
I'd rather see him harder than a motha**in bloody gauntlet
And after all the **in smoke clears
I'll be on my way to buy a couple of beers
And if your black, you get knocked quick by beastly mallet
I chop up poor punks like salad
I come equipped with the proper utensils
Stab at a bitch and then until their bloody blood spills
Cause I'm too paranoid to avoid
I massacre, you'll be one dead **in passenger
And this is a message from Captain Carnage, black
And I'm **in out like **in "Kojak"



My crew mad, we'll kill a cocksuckin fag, don't mean to brag
But I'll leave you bloodier than a bitches rag
Necro slaughters niggas in my gory quarters
I drink the blood from my orders
I **that bitch Crystal Waters
No survivors, you'll slide and sink in **in saliva
I killed Arnold Shwarzanegger then raped Maria Shleyever
I stick swords in the abdomens of my landlord
Leavin him crippled by cast that got shot in his spinal chord
Hoistin your **in head when you get your**plugged
Electrocute his death when I dropped the radio in the bathtub
You won't persue your motha**in nerves
When dinner's served, I'll be eatin **in human hors deuvors
I got vaginal fluid on my knife
I'm out like the last nut Bobbitt will ever bust to **his wife


[Captain Carnage]

Necrophliac is destined to ** a corpse


Captain Carnage is destined to murda

[Captain Carnage]

Du Riz is destined to hustle


J.E.Z is destined to mug

[Captain Carnage]

Gore too, is destined to mug. Die!!!

Gotta Know Now (Primitive Radio Gods)

I saw you standing in the doorway in the corner
Of the room where I observed you looking out the kitchen window
I wanna throw my arms around you like a lonely hidden dirge (?)
Marijuana smoke is blowing out the screen door

Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Let me hear, let me see, let me sigh
Let me think, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try

I wanna write your lucky number on the scrap of paper towel
I confiscated from the restroom of the hotel
I wanna give you a ** and watch “Bonanza”
Clip your toenails, order Chinese food and eat it with our fingers

Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Let me be, let me see, let me sigh
Let me think, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try

Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know now
Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know now

This time it's nothing like the first time I saw Jesus
Drinking seven bloody Marys on the bar stool in Miami
This night is nothing like the time I saw Picasso
Throwing rings of cigar smoke around the head of Fidel Castro

Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Let me feel, let me see, let me sigh
Let me see, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try
Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Let me be, let me see, let me sigh
Let me see, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try

Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know now
Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know now

Submitted by Michael **

A Walk Thru The Valley (Masta Ase Inc.)

As I walk through the valley of one eighty seven land
No matter what state what city what town
I can see there's no place to run no place to hide
I could be in the crosshairs of somebody somewhere
I wanna ask why...
But I ain't got time for that
I gotta keep movin on
Or be the next one to die
I walk through the valley of no man's land
Sayin peace slappin fives and holdin up those two fingers
To the many nine millimeter automatic pistol toting young men
that roam everywhere
I wonder what will be the next small incident
That will cause one of them to pull out
And spray bullets recklessly in every direction
Will my grandmother be on her way to the store
For a loaf of bread and a TV Guide at that very moment
As I walk through the valley at night
I'm thinkin, "I don't know that brother walkin across the
street in the black hoodie, so he may be a threat to me"
He's thinkin, "I don't know that brother walkin across the
street in the blue hoodie, so he may be a threat to me"
What's goin through out minds
as we reach down into our waistlines
And pull out the tools, the heaters, the scraps
the biscuits, the gats
the jammies, the grips with the clips
All placed there purposely by them
"Here niggaz, sixteen shooter made specially just for you"
What goes through our minds at that moment
when a brother's at the other end of our barrel
About to catch a hot piece of steel
And take his last breath
What goes through our minds
What's goin through our minds
As we walk through the valley

Don't Know Why (Krayzie Bone)

I want to hurt you i don't know why(4X)

Verse 1
Woke up this morning in a cemetery kinda weary
Looked over my shoulder and I seen somebody just been freshly buried
Was kinda scary cuz my shirt was soaked in blood man
Shovel in my hand so I had to be the one that dug that
But I had no knowledge
I don't remember even leavin the house man
Can't explain how I got here
It's like I was walkin but I was unconscious
But I had to be wallin
Cuz I seen the bloody machete ah
It was used on the victim to shred him up
Oh my god don't tell me I.....Oh shit
Something's going wrong I don't know whats going on
All I know was I was home then I woke up here alone
Wondering who was in that hole I ain't stickin around to know
My mind is blank and I'm so cold and I don't know which way to go
Runnin in the rain
I'm barely breathin more like wheezin
Runnin in the rain
How could this be what I was heavin
I made it to my house I closed the blinds and shut the door
Somebody please tell me whats going on cuz I don't **in know


Verse 2
Jumped in the shower washed the blood from off my body
Rolled up a blunt I'm feeling psychotic mixed me up some ginentonic
But I'm nauseous feeling woozy like I'm in the twilight zone the movie
How did I do it how did I get through it
and I wondered if anyone knew what I was doing
Sat down and clicked on the tube
Flipped to the news I'm trying to find answers
Whos body is on my hands and how did the situation get so drastic
Its madness
And I just can't take no more I passed out
Couldn't help but crash out from last night I'm dashed out
Slept for a minute but I didn't sleep to long before
I was awakin by some heavy bangin on my door
It was the popo cuz inside they shined their flashlights
gotta funny feeling this has something to do with last night
They tried to tell me that I'm wanted for kidnap and murder
tellin me they got proof that I murdered my ex-employer
Don't think my lawyer can help me with this one
I grabbed my pistol put the clip in
and i'm out the back window
I'm gone.

Outta State (Akinyele)

[Extra P] Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!

Chorus: Akinyele

I got all my life to live
and I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live
and I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state

Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hell
to pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGE
Don't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAGE
College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?
Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasite
My moms seperated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASH
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CAST
I get road maps, learned the interstate
Shit I'm headed out state to make papes; man


I'm ready to get up on a scam trip
The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!
First I need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that it's black
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back
I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat
Throwin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit
of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREET
Cool, I got the keys to the CAR
Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up
on the TAR, I'm out to get money real FAR
I hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"
But I got to go far ma! {sing} "But I could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just DELIVERIN, packages
so I can just relax and get some type of LIVIN
Think that it is when it ISN'T
Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein GIVEN
Man, like heck, and when I get back
I'ma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late
My job's located outta state


I reached my destiny and my goal
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well I'm in it to win it
I'm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns
fear me up and down cause they really don't know me
But all my hits, I see them scopin out the clip
They wanna get open, I can let shit rip!
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks
Step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work, home on credit
You think that I'm comin back? Tch, black he can forget it
Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAKE
Bad enough gotta watch out for a SNAKE called JAKE
Money nonstop, kept in the hush
At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus
And watch the dough flow like water
I'm not Taco Bell but hell I'ma make a run for the border
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number, so I could phone home
to let my people know my mission went great
on my great escape to outta state

Rest in peace to my little brother Donnie Boy
Rest in peace to my man Rakim
Rest in peace to my man, named Understanding
Rest in peace, umm, to Atiba
Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street
Rest in peace, to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone
You know I ain't forget you
Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm..
and I'm.. and I'm OUT!! *echoes*

Sauce Money Freestyle (Tony Touch)

featuring Sauce Money

"You're the best there is" (who the ** else could it be)
"You're the best there is"

[Sauce Money]
Uh don't get it twisted you know I'm just a fly nigga
Don't even wonder why nigga I'm a Bed Stuy nigga
Do or die nigga take a slug for my nigga
If I got to die inside I cry nigga
Sauce spit for the now and laters
Spit for the heavyweighters spit for ballers and playahaters
Spit for mutha**ers who rock gators
Spit for niggas on the come-up playin corners and elevators
Nuttin to lose, so what's to choose
Never discriminate, spit for niggers and Jews
If it's pennies to clock, spit for Guineas and Wops
Spit for hoes that's addicted to Henney and cocks
Spit for threesomes and little dicks who like to watch
Been spittin this way since the days of Koch
Spit for Jaguars, Ranges, eights and drops
Spit for uncles, nephews, moms and pops
Spit this biz for cats who need the brick wit wiz
Mistresses who don't know who dick this is
I spit for clicks who empty they clips for kicks
For motha**ers on the block screamin "That's that shit!"
Tony Touch, Sauce Mother**in just too much
Middle Finger U, ya heard?

Open Fire (2Pac)

"Alright now, here we go"
Verse One: 2Pac
Tell me, how many real mother**ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous mother**ers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a ** about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo**up I give a **
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked**cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
"Alright now, here we go"
Verse Two: 2Pac
These mother**ers on my**I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
Pussy**bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the ** they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, mother**er
Open fire on you bustas
"Alright now, here we go"
Verse Three: 2Pac
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my **in bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my **in tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!

Run Dem (Foxy Brown)

[Foxy] Whoa
[Cham] A wha de blood claat do dem fool deh

[Foxy Brown]
Who the ** told bitches they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal fi get coof - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a mother**er this
Some niggaz nowadays mood's worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy; I got the lie fo'?
I'm a grown**bitch with my own**shit
Now hear dis, u no wan' chat? Me a go BUST unnu secret
Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern
** who, niggaz wish they could ** me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, me love back way all day
And the way my man **, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all mother**ers sit on this?

[Chorus 2X: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

[Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me **in with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all mother**ers even spit my name
Go na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all your gang pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
I wouldn't ** you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk
Lucky I don't ** around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
Bitch - ** around and get that nigga gun buck
Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH


[Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
one of a kind, can't ** with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

[Baby Cham - repeat 2X]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me

[Chorus - repeat to end]

{*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*}

Lives On The Line (50 Cent)

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don't give a ** now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they**crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your **in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (** around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

[Verse Two]
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggaz who ** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son


[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)


Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

Real Bad Boyz (Westside) (2Pac)

[Featuring Dee Tha Mad Bitch]
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin but payback
Whos next, the clip, callin murder could nothin the contract
Better watch your back
Since hes makin that comeback
The 1-87 will stop em
The hollow point, will drop ya
Go on, heres a scene for your soul
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better ???? from the depths of hell
Hes a real McCoy
But aint no stoppin this girl is bad boy
He aint no joke
Mutha**a grab your throat
Before you find yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body lays on top of cement
In front of your president
It was a murder for hire
Hit an innocent child in the crossfire
Now hes confined to a jail
Got shot six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the grind
Hes willin to destroy
Thats what he lives for, to be a bad boy
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, were comin after you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin at you
I got these bustas on my block and they after me
Runnin round tellin these niggas, how they gonna capture me
Its gettin crazy, its hard to make my mind up
Now should I, buck em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I aint a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22s to 3-57 mags
Runnin on these marks fore they stashin
I aint askin, give it up, or get to blastin
The penintnetiary dont scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole setll take care of me
And tell me, who the ** you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind
Im sick about mine, and uh, aint nothin wrong with gettin high
A hustlin-ass nigga from the projects, Im makin loot
And screamin Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot
They made me a.....
[Dee tha Mad Bitch]
Now how many bad boys in the house
So hurry boys got the biggest nuts
What the **, I gave em the blunts
Havin a grudge against the whole **in world
A 16 shot-block-glock, thatll stop em
Theyre sure to hit the ground
Nothin, bustin a cap on no more every round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the block
He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops
Before he gets props
So you petty boys, you cant ** with em
You can eat the biggies good friend
Or become a victim of a dead man
Its sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep
So rest in peace, mutha**a, join the pow
he got nothin but the realest style
Flavors when on the mic
and packin the meal like life
Savers, sweep up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you take a bite
Thats all she wrote, barrel went down your throat
Killin off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away your gun
Hes livin his life like a soldier
Thats what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy



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