Pigmartyr - Goretex, Necro

Qaballah visits the bad wizards, my visions are cynic

Women spirits emprisoned, we tuned to the newest religion

The cruelest incisions, we movin’like licensed physicians

We add chemistry, now you’re out makin’fights and decisions

200 milligrams, leavin’something nice for the pigeons

Stuck on the drug farm, disassociated from livin'

The hatred escapes and shatters, when I splatter you fill it Die in a fuckin’minute, some say I’m selfish and witty

A yo, I’m too satanic, a light a match to the city

50's of sherm, we learn to make grace for the pretty

Slaves for the sickly, dominatrix mind, titties are hind and pierced up She likes getting the casket’s ears up The cerimony, authors of sin, Gore to begin

Allucinatin’cyborg, absorbs the poison in skin

Headbands like Jimmy, I turned and rape little Whitney

The priest can suck a dick, we packin’meat cleavers and phillys

Sanitation’s here, stig it to the dump with the morgue

Human dumped here, I probably pump shots in your corpse

The giggle, return of the scumbags, left with the blood tricklin'

Gaspin’for air, suffocation’s close, the mud’s thickenin'

You’re wishin’that I be dead

So you get to spend the rest of your life in a bed

With a kitchen knife in your head

Bury you deep in mud, we keep it crud

We do worst than beat you up, we graffiti up the streets in blood

You got beef, you roll deep and you cover with thugs?

You’ll be a hundred motherfuckers runnin’from slugs

Why is life a beast?

People dyin’for peace?

Full fledged riot fightin’police

Feel the fire, scold your veins

As the flames burn your brain till only charcoal remains

Let my words beat you to death, eat a flesh

Like a million maggots, Brooklyn’s streets are depressed

Bleedin’everyday from the stress

Pick up the tech, stick up your neck, rip up the deck

Necro’s verses on cassette strangle you while you breathe

Victim left with no air in the chest

Giggle inject, then prepare to be bless

Bludgeons your chest, covers your neck

For all of you to front, you cunts

I tell you only once:

You might get punch and squanch into a trunk hunch

Against a pair of lungs and a snitch’s tongue

If you feel you’re too young don’t say something dumb

Cause death is right behind your shoulder

And you can say: I told you!

The climate could get colder, so strive to live older.

DIE!