Freestyle N°2

Lyrics

[Intro: Necro] Yo, it's Necro, your father ILL BILL album coming soon You better cop it or you get deaded [Verse: ILL BILL] I'm surrounded by hatred and lust Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns Lace you with drugs Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs Design wars, final call, homicidal gore Torture chambers and rape-rooms The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice What's really good or bad is relative Never been beyond neutral But if you fuck with my family, I shoot you I'm too crude My poverty got me bugging committing armed robberies Voted the most likely to probably die violently Who the fuck are you, stupid? I carry two clips: One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs I'm like Miami Beach on New Year's Eve Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo Hanging with the Gipsy Kings I spit these things Major businessmen spitting phlegm Kicking these raps and kick you in the face with Timbs Foot up on your desk Four thousand square-foot office supplies Fought to survive, torture your mind Car-chase, two cop cars collide on the Belt Parkway I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive Nothing's sacred anymore, take your last breath What I am, what I want, I'm only after death I'm obsessed If superheroes were real, they'd be evil Tora Bora to Tel Aviv Take the shit over and never leave American dream Bleed like a heroin fiend Heavy Metal heroin scene Forever retrieve Caught you with your guard down and my pistols up Hit you with the four-pound and you spit some blood, faggot!