Push It to the Limit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] We'll push it to the limit, like a tourniquet crushing your cranium Mushing you, murder you, burning you to a crisp; live on uranium Maintaining sins like Iranians holding grenade pins Blazing your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs Put a GemStar to your flesh, pa, the emperor Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, Deceps Criminal corrupted culprits will beat you to death Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off My perspective is respect this or expect To be left with a neck full of stitched-up imperfections 'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective Woulda switched up, if you knew what a bunch of sick fucks We are when we get hectic, too late, drama, we all up in it Go all out, push it to the limit! [Hook: Jamey Jasta] 2x Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished Open up the limit, past the point of no return Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it [Verse 2: Necro] Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse We represent every Satanic element, I'm malevolent Murder you, you're getting sent to where the Devil went If I'm wrong, you could be dead right When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm Rotten like the website We get Ogrish, poisonous, like a cobra's kiss Demonic, like when the last day in October hits You're miserable, living, trapped in your bed You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead You little pussies get choked to death with a Kotex You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex You're not living forever, I'll bet you How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you No cushion for lyrics, mushing you if you're timid Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit! [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Necro] You tremble from the brutality Make you resemble a George A. Romero character in reality Bring your big posse You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian Cymbals, bucking you like Brazilian children Write your will out to your attorney After a Weekend at Bernie's, you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly You're repulsively corrosive Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddie, kaput, finished Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit [Hook 2x]