Viva Necro

(album: DIE! - 2010)

The path of the righteous man and defender, is beset on all sides by the inequity of selfish and tyranny of evil men, blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill separates the weak, through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the father of lost children
And I will execute great vengeance upon them with FURIOUS anger, who poisoned and destroyed my brothers, and they shall know that I am NECRO, when I shall name my veangeance upon them!

Viva Necro! [x15]

Master! Master!
The Master of Ruckus suckas
Committing crime is primal
Sip some tea, eat a dope meal then break his spinal
Threw the rope-a-dope if I feel counter attack I'm vinyl
Pound you with a round house you hit the ground it's final
Don't disturb me verbally you're like a Gerber baby
Curb my enthusiasm you ain't urban, herb, dude looks like a lady!
Don't talk cops grind me like pan fried pork chops
Solid in pig New York cops I walk with a bop!
I'll clash 'em, you're a moron with a glass chin
Kick your ass like Zohan, classic like Johann Sebastian
Very punctual when I puncture you punk Kung Fu
You lumped you up in the trunk like structure dumpster fulla with junk
My arch enemies know me infamous like McDonald's arches
Like the OJ car chase, Malcolm's departure
Martin's marches, StarKist tuna and Jimmy Hoffa's carcass
Parcheesi I'm that sleazy profit marketable narcissist!

Viva Necro! [x15]

Master! Master!
I'm despicable, kick you in your dick and balls
Smash your thick skull with a cricket ball
Stick up your clique I'll Vick you all
Dropping bombs chop off your arms
Pop off the llamas more drama than a sonata from Brahms, no one's hotter than Ron
I got the quan you think you're big shit, you're a big fish in small pond, the big bitch like a tall blonde
No handshakes, flip you like murderous manner in pancakes
Rip you like Otis in Devil's Rejects, these all the breaks!
Fuck in the kitchen if sex is a crime lock me in prison
Plus I love bitches like Mike loved pigeons, I'm above religion
Jig you twice with a big device, dismembered you remember me I'm stuck in your memory like gigabytes
Pop you with the trey pound till you're "Ghost" like Oda Mae Brown
Comatose homie vamanos, get down or lay down!
You're too ridiculous, pop fags in the game claiming to be true lyricists, you give Hip-Hop a bad name!

Viva Necro! [x15]