WKCR 89.9 Freestyle 4/20/2000

(альбом: I Need Drugs - 2000)

I'm extremely blunt
Shut this shit off if you're a squeamish cunt
That can't handle seeing the front
Of a head blown off for being dumb
Stop the pushing, pulling and screaming
Death is ugly because you fear it
It's beautiful to demons
So what you bust chrome
Take away your skin
You're just bones
Get your guts blown out your stomach
Till pus forms
Now you're an unknown
Better run home
Your spine stabbed from behind
Your physical destroyed
Like a mortician's mind
Crucifix you when I shoot the pistol
And blow off your fucking head
All of your body parts are superficial
Useless tissue, you'll get beat with fists
Till blood's running down the concrete like piss
My drug medicates
Leave you dead and stiff like that bitch with a head of snakes
My butchering is flavor
Like Little Debbie cakes
I'll drop an excellent beat
Then burn it up like Mexican heat
Like dissection of meat
I'll cut the track to pieces
It's all about making G's
So yo please
If I could I would sell crack to Jesus
The world is death
Blood sodomy war
The world is death
Blood sodomy war
The monster of gore
Entrepreneur, constantly raw
Watch every riddle unfold
Life is short and you have little control
Once your kidney is old
And your flesh is brittle and cold
You'll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home
Sitting alone
DIE!

For all my goons all over the world
International
Irrational
I'm bashing you
Give me the cash, duke

Yo you're a clown with bruised up ribs
Bound and abducted
Letting a fuck live is counterproductive
You'll be found in the ground with cut tits
Drowned in a bucket of piss
Acting like you're down with ruckus
When you sound like you suck dick
I have an obligation to massacre you like a hobgoblin
Chasing you slashing you
Guess what hydrochloric acid can do
Through observation
It looks like The Blob erasing your face
A convenient casket for you
One of my songs will ruin your life
I'm committing the wrongdoing
Splitting you in two with a knife
I'm the intuitive type
I guess you wish you could live
But your death is a lucrative plight
The criteria for slaughtering
Is my Siberia frigid rap
Like a Nigerian spitting caps
Superior with an axe
That tourniquet's wrapping your skull cap
Like a fitted hat
Till it cracks
Till it fucking CRACKS!

Scumbags!
Psycho-logic Records
Psycho-logical Records
'Cause it's logical to be a psycho. (You'll get killed!)
Check this out
I'm just getting warmed up
We gon' do it like this
Check it
Check it
Check it
Check it
(Drop!)

Yo, brutal
Hospital scalpel packing
I'll flip you
24-inch machete on my hip
Ready to rip you
Whip out the blade swinging
Chopping dropping
Satanic doctrine
My brain's dusted like Hoffman
A Glock 10 to your spine
Sadistic, sicko
Linguistic schizo
When you rocking this I insist you sniff blow
Or die slow
Juxing the track
Like I'm cooking some crack
Looking to smack you in the face if you're wack
It's a Brooklyn attack!
Packing an axe, relax
My clique's a whole batch of cats
With gats acrobats that clap
So shut up bitch
My box cutter slits open your lips
You'll get yolked till you choke on your spit
You sluts got no nuts
Get off of my putz
Or you'll be coughing up guts
A walking corpse with a crutch
For talking too much
The sick fuck
My clique's evil sick people
Your shit's feeble, give up
(I hear the beat screwing up
Definitely the beat is chopped
That record is a chop beat
But it's all good though
It's all good though
'Cause Necro makes up!
We drop one more verse
Here, we can do this porn)

I need a delicate bitch
A bitch with a great set of tits
Give her some sedatives
My game's negative
On proper etiquette

I like a woman that's down to sell her clit
A bitch who's inherited the skill of giving head to a dick
You're a fucking cock sucking Confederate
You're down to suck John Merrick's dick

You've got a pair of generic tits
And you use them to your benefit
You're a slut and that's the end of it

Fucking cunts
What you think, I've got bitches, check it

You're dead as a queer
You bled out the rear
I'm walking through the ghetto with Ricky Martin's head on a spear
Repping, I only fuck with naked bare hoes
In my world, women don't wear clothes
Or they get crucified like scarecrows
Force me to kill
You'll get murdered because of your grill
You'll get strangled with your pants
Mangle you with my hands
Rip off your ears
Poke out your eyes
Bite off your nose
You're about to die
Your sight is gross
Like a transvestite exposed
I'll clap your mind
Writing raps on your spine
Let's practice crime
You'll get raped
By dirty dicks
Your dirty tits get split
Until they drip pus
And you're one pretty murdered bitch
You never heard me spit?
I'll spit in your face
And suffocate you
I love to hate you
Wait duke
I'm bagging skins
Got nothing but arrogance
For your mannequins made out of ceramic and limbs

I'll slay you
Wrap guitar strings around your fucking neck
That's how I play you
(The beat cut up again
It keeps doing it
But you'll die for that!)
Check it
Cut the circulation
Bloody perspiration
Study the Earth's creation
Leave you shaking
When I disperse my hate through perverse verbatim

Check it, Hyde RIP IT!

Yo, your spine is caught on my blade, now you got cancer
Cut your time short, like the lifespan of a hamster
Dance on you with cleats, old spikes underneath
It's duck hunting season, and your crew's looking like geese
Even though the Fed's listen, I make the red glisten
You sit in bed writhing with 'fourth your head missing
Provoke the porcupine, your face is holding pins
Be an Art Garfunkel, ram and rape the Olsen Twins
Stared at your clique, think they're daring and shit
Trying to play gorilla, with no hair on their dick
Run up on you while you're sexing, hang you with condoms
Give it to Assad, Feel like angry Ugandans
Queen's hitman, charging three G's a kill
Fill my mark's arm with heroin like C.C. DeVille
Poison in your veins, all my boys are skilled to maim
Rip out the hearts of men if you singing like the Cardigans
Ain't no bargaining, fuck the deal's closed
Bust you like a poaching nigga [?] break a baby seal's nose
For all you hoes!