[Necro] Check this shit, bitch For all you slime buckets All over the land Peep it Dancin on your grave like Boris, nigga I'll rip you up, leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse And rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft Till the flesh is peelin off I'm a devil concealed in cloth What! What! Or get stabbed what the fuck? You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up Wit a cork, you dork Lots of blood loss, Red Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off Brutal, sadistic, the only way I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered And my balls decay, a rap legend For the aggresionary session My inventions of tention are powerful progression It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines Hit ya mind like it's someone's Tec 9 To those that shove clips in glocks You step up to me wit a weapon, you'll be reppin Ya click in a box [Chorus] The most sadistic! You think not? You might get shot? Put em in a box! We ain't playin We ain't rhymin for nuttin Yo the shit is alive, lemme tell you somethin If you go against me, I'm a bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence, violence, death, death Yo there ain't nuttin left to say the shit's fresh [Ill Bill] I kill, you could be my latest victim I'll take a shit on your grave and make you sniff it Piss on your bitches tits and make you lick it Fuckin faggot! You probably fucked 100 faggots You a gay thug that love jail and love gettin ya Ass ripped, come around here, actin hardcore? You never did dirt, you gonna get your ass hurt Pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties Get ya wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich I can't stand this motherfucker, make the bitch Vanish from the planet, I'll eat you like a ton Of granite, get your blood splattered, face bashed In, you can't win, I'll stab you in the head wit Shishkabob sticks, while watchin mob flicks Nasty like armpits, when I be suckin of your Moms tits, she's my bitch, get off my dick Tell the bitch to stop callin my crib, Why? She say you want to kill the bitch Smokin green coke, walkin down the street, flossin The free clothes doper than Special K explodin in The fiends nose [Chorus]