WKCR 89.9 Freestyle 4/20/2000

Lyrics

[Necro] Check it Yo, you know this beats brutal We ain't come to play games, 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 'cause you fear it, It's beautiful to demons So what you bust chrome? Take away your skin you're just bones Get ya' guts blown out ya' stomach 'til pus forms then 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 'til 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, more The monster of gore, entrepreneur, constantly raw Watch every riddle unfold, life is short and you have little control Once your kidney gets old and your flesh is brittle and cold You'll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home sitting alone DIE! I ain't playin' [Check it, for all my goons all over the world International or Irrational, I'm bashing you Give me the cash, duke] Yo, you're a clown with bruised up ribs,bound and abducted (Kill 'em!) Letting a fuck lives counterproductive You'll be found in the ground with cut tits drowned in a bucket of piss Actin' 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'll 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, the tourniquets wrapping your skull cap Like a fitted hat 'til it cracks, 'til it fucking CRACKS! [Bridge] [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 (4x) (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! Packin' an axe, relax, my cliques 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 'til 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 cliques evil, sick people Your shit's feeble, give up [The beat...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 Fuckin' 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 thirty 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! [Mr. Hyde] 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 sittin' bedridden, one-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, fuckin' deals closed Bust you like a poaching nigga break a baby seal's nose For all you hoes!