WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Live Freestyle

Lyrics

Yo, I hate your face My box cutter stutters Faggot, get cut up jagged Witness the gutter I'm packing heavy metal to murder you residue Whip out, the Metallica from my hip Blast some Megadeth at you Peep the crack in vial Run up on you with 10 niggas rocking their backwards smile Then slice you up, like it's back in style Heist your life, like a thief Racking piles of merchandise Packed in aisles, you living in wack denial Necro's the mortician of skills On a mission to kill your brain like the brand new Moog and the musician on krills I know you hate to learn But death is 360 like bell bottoms Rock bottom like Sodom wait your turn You could find me warm Insult me, I'll transform Crimey cats surround you like Poisonous ants swarm, hit you like a sandstorm Pet your hymen (Petro high men) Psychos walkin' the streets Screaming out "Thank Satan, Necro is rhyming!" Engulf the nation My impulse hits you like a million volts of insults My killing cult shall indulge in cremation Cats flock to the sick I'm like a four foot fro, rocking a pick Pick pocket you quick, find out who you are So I know when I'm clocking your clique The industry's fucking you, no Vaseline And you still jockin' their dick, bitch Jocking it, bitch Jocking it Ye- Yo, I'll squeeze your neck, skeez, with the mad grip Butcher knife, to your fucking throat, uh-oh Bad trip; poltergeist pollu-cination while basing You're seeing human, beings that are-n't being human A tab of acid; cop it, put it on your tongue and pop it Green, yellow, purple, the lights are flashing; you can't stop it! Control time, do as I say "It's time for slaughtering" Cut your throat and as you die recite "Necro, you're the king!" I'll give you the privilege to carve yaself like the ghoul On the bloody mattress in Hellraiser covered with larvae Only if you're good, I'll let you hear a rhyme About a boy at nine in a sadistic crime It's sado-masochistic time Let's beat our fists, bloody on a punching bag End up in my dungeon gagged, until you are a hundred, fag Blood flows with any blow Necro lands Fighting me is like, fighting a fuckin' alien with six hands Plus, when you bump, heads with ten of my soldiers Get cracked with forty knuckles like you were in a pit Bein' stoned with boulders