Your Fuckin’ Head Split

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yeah, uh This the shit right here Yo, this make me wanna kill somebody Turn this shit up, real fucking loud [Verse 1: Necro] Drinking the bile out ya pancreas, the fanciest Cancerous talking lyricist pack a shank on the hips You're a skanky bitch, slit your wrist, clitoris If you're inhibited, I'll piss in your syphilis incubus Mr. Death, Dr. Demise, Surgeon Slice You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life You're wack if you don't appreciate knives The way a knife slices precise it's trife, it's a demonic device The chronic you light inhale for those in jail To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails My brain's charred like burnt flesh and scarred Ripping ya breast apart, digest ya heart Die! [Hook: Necro] Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This) Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!) Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This) Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!) Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!) [Verse 2: Necro] Terrorize your whole clit, make you suck on ya own tits Now spit the cancer out, grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot Blow ya brains on the seats, varicose veins on the streets Cocaine, dust and weed, kill you slowly, it's a must you bleed Pop a vein in your skull from the stress, feeling numb in ya chest Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety An axe, a MAC, a black jack, or bat crack Right upside your fucking head, for talking shit about this, kid You bled sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes I'm toxic, my topics are Gothic Morbidity, you can't get rid of me The reason this humidity is shit to me So kill yourself and write a note Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat Your windpipe is choked New York is full of transvestites in coats Helpless wenches controlled and sacrificing goats It's death, 42nd Street derelicts Repping it, selling shit, malevolent Mad felons, kid, I got three in the fam Me and my man will beat you with hands Leave you beneath the sand You sinking, quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly I need medication, the cadavers are getting stinky [Hook: Necro] Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This) Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!) Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This) Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!) Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!) Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!) [Outro] Your fuckin' head split Fuckin' head split (Bitch) Fuckin' head split (Split!)