Riz Mixtape Freestyle '97

(album: Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 3 - 2003)

Live from Bosnia, Brooklyn, this is field marshal Necro
Peep the sermon of vermin
Big evil shout to DJ Riz, Non Phixion, east New York goons
And for all you comatose motherfuckers take some krill
And revive or fall... this shit

For us staying ripped's a must on hits of dust
Swapping spit with stunts, life revolves around tits and cunts
After a joint or two I'll be peeping you through point of view
Slut, I'd like you to meet someone special;
Introduce my groin to you
When you wake up at night hearing foot steps in ya head
It'll be me coming to whack you or Sammy Davis back from the dead
These streets are sick, filled with villain shenanigans
That rock wigs and fuck mannequins that look like Laura Branigan
Reverend Manson, I'mma burn with ya
Cause I can't be holy when Jesus
Looks like a homeless nigga being tortured on furniture
Sick like an organ lick
Compliment the hate demented scene where some gets
Their organs chopped off quick
I'm two hits, I'm Styx for your own funeral you're tardy
When the knifes rammed in ya back you'll be
Shocked like a surprise party
Kill you like cancer sticks
Turn your chest into a clock and leave your tits
Swinging bloody, left to right like a dancer's hips
You're not my equal, dick the projects made my people sick
Pimping a '76 Ford LTD, bumping some evil shit
"Who the fuck is the euro-felon, son?"
To me you're just gelatin titties hanging from skeleton
Necro's the way to go, every dirt-bag, slut and player know
Cause I keeps it brutal like the pit up inside a Slayer show
Kill ya self, why wait?
South of Heaven migrate
Getting sucked off's my fate, nine outta ten people I hate
There ain't much that could make me barf, kid
After living seven years in the Glenwood project
Roach-infested apartment
Genuine sicko, gore imperial
By the time this message reaches you
Millions of rappers will be corpse material
Peep the murder story, me introducing ya circulatory to purgatory
You shall be my slut forever curled
In the corners of my netherworld; my dressed up in leather girl
Cock back the hammer-on
Brooklyn's an amazon where niggas like Dapper Don
In a coffin headed forever Abaddon
Had to make me grab the burner, take two pulls, then mug
Now ya full of slugs, full of drugs, pull the plug
Can't insult the cult and not expect a snuff bullet or stab
Voodoo curse put on your life, inflicting disease in your flab
Pull out on me I'll yank that shit from you and pistol whip you
Violence always on a nigga mind when Mephisto is in you
Marijuana shall be the end of me
I'm practicing balance walking on the castrated testicles
Of my enemies
Fuck the constitution! It ain't about shit
Stuck in court with no justice, while
The judge rocks a grim reapers outfit
Legal AIDS, the name fits 'em: these fucks are like legal diseases
That do nothing for you but hurt you in the system
I received order of protection forms, the courts insist on 'em
Them shits are yellow, but they'll be yellow regardless
After I piss on them
But fuck that piranha known as your Honor
It'd be my honor to dead him like Kurt Cobain from Nirvana

Props to Yussie Rizo and all my loyal mental patients
Try some pudding and vodka and Phenobarbital
I hear it's good