Frank Zito feat. ILL Bill

歌詞

(Necro) I've conducted extensive research Now every verse is corrupted, offensive to the church Destructive demented words You've been instructed by sentences in each word featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first My brutal arm is runnin' through your mind stabbin' up the cerebrum down to the spine, cut up the region My personality represents the worst reality Ever since a kid I rocked the reverse mentality I give no apologies for my biology Don't follow me and I qualified to have my qualities You're disqualified, you get no equality Senseless homicide equals Necro psychology I'm the leading authority in subjects like beatings that leave you bleeding orally, a part of me's obsessed A major label would've been the end of me I was meant to be an independently runned entity I've got the illest mind, it's corroded like Philas Villa's spine Like thirty eight serial killers combined It takes one individual act to stop you from kickin' a pitiful rap, it's a miserable fact You'll get visibly hacked into shreds and left for dead gushing from your head with a pair of scissors attached It's wizardry the way you disappear from the earth physically covered up exquisitely Smothered up with pillows militantly You see, you dyin as quiet as can be is the key I obtained a sick brain From the streets of Brooklyn with a need to inflict pain (Ill Bill) I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz You can't interpret this Murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit Slice precise like a surgeons wrist Another verse that slips into the grips of the perverse and sick There's nothing worse than this There's nothin more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss and faeces like G G Allin with german chicks Imagine a minute before a person flips A minute they be strangled with the blue face the purple lips Leaving you lyin' on the cold floor, mouth open Found you bloated a week later wreakin' of fowl odor Fuck the fake scriptures We sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of satan and take pictures My laboratory table's bottle nosed It's already too late and you've just noticed that you've been followed home Look into my eyes, hollow hole Ill Bill, cold blooded demon from hell without a soul I'm responsible for bandagin' the impossible If you listen to Uncle Howie and Psycho-Logical Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, gonna cost a fool We the reason Doctors are appointed at the hospital