WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Live Freestyle '98

(アルバム： Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 1 - 2001)

Yo, I hate your face
My box cutter stutters
Faggot, get cut up jagged
Witness the gutter
I'm packing heavy metal to murder you residue
Whip out, the Metallica from my hip
Blast some Megadeth at you
Peep the crack in vial
Run up on you with 10 niggas rocking their backwards smile
Then slice you up, like it's back in style
Heist your life, like a thief
Racking piles of merchandise
Packed in aisles, you living in wack denial
Necro's the mortician of skills
On a mission to kill your brain like the brand new Moog and the musician on krills
I know you hate to learn
But death is 360 like bell bottoms
Rock bottom like Sodom wait your turn
You could find me warm
Insult me, I'll transform
Crimey cats surround you like
Poisonous ants swarm, hit you like a sandstorm
Pet your hymen (Petro high men)
Psychos walking the streets
Screaming out "Thank Satan, Necro is rhyming!"
Engulf the nation
My impulse hits you like a million volts of insults
My killing cult shall indulge in cremation
Cats flock to the sick
I'm like a four foot fro, rocking a pick
Pick pocket you quick, find out who you are
So I know when I'm clocking your clique
The industry's fucking you, no Vaseline
And you still jocking their dick, bitch
Jocking it, bitch
Jocking it
Ye
Yo, I'll squeeze your neck skeez with the mad grip
Butcher knife, to your fucking throat, uh oh
Bad trip; poltergeist pollu-cination while basing
You're seeing human, beings that are-n't being human
A tab of acid; cop it, put it on your tongue and pop it
Green, yellow, purple, the lights are flashing; you can't stop it!
Control time, do as I say "it's time for slaughtering"
Cut your throat and as you die recite "Necro, you're the king!"
I'll give you the privilege to carve ya-self like the ghoul
On the bloody mattress in Hellraiser covered with larva
Only if you're good, I'll let you hear a rhyme
About a boy at nine in a sadistic crime
It's sado-masochistic time
Let's beat our fists, bloody on a punching bag
End up in my dungeon gagged, until you are a hundred fag
Blood flows with any blow Necro lands
Fighting me is like, fighting a fucking alien with six hands
Plus, when you bump, heads with ten of my soldiers
Get cracked with forty knuckles like you were in a pit
Being stoned with boulders