Circle of Tyrants - Necro, Mr. Hyde

I’m like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit

Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect

My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec

My rap are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect

Slaughters you, I got more for you

Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue

You’ll be begging someone to pull me off of you

When I’m stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave

You’ll only understand when you bleed, there’s no talking to you

Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to?

Im pure death in a flesh, I’ll arrange a coffin for you

My knife packing status, got you shook

A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid I advise you not to look

Turn your head, or you’ll turn up dead

Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said

I’m mushing your peeps, and I’m squishing you deep

Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace

I. injure you with ninja crews, Contemplate what sin to do

Negotiate with Satan, cause it’s his decision too

Hold a sword like ghost dog, leaving blood and gross gore

So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues

So jagged and decrepit kid, that the maggots rejected it

I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid

Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons

While you faggot mother fuckers were created by semen

Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red

Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead

Fill my clip with the leather put the biscuit to the head

After I ripped you up to shreds I’ll take a sip of what you bled

Don’t ever try and hawk or rip cause I don’t wanna talk

Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk

Open up your skull, fabrics falling to the ground

Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns

Y’all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip

It’s awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit

We celebrate when enemy blood shakes, now render me sick

Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome

Rap Vinnie Jones, I disattach, snatch from the bone

And ate the last witnesses, k-ed out on medicine

Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin

Guerrilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters

Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter

Circle of tyrants, rock an inverted cross iced-out

Blood from em, two in your face, get erased, lights out

Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hip like shit bags

You don’t want it fag?

Be left in the bubble, covered the fam

State bent, like breathing rubber, so be advised

Lucifer’s rising the invocation of my demon brother

Splattered in blood, rather my thoughts paddles in drugs

Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs

Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets

Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit

Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields

Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits

Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage

Tangled and gored on top, half of you’re body hanging off the door

Spasm and splash your organs across the floor

Its death.

the slug hit the bullet proof vest

I took from the policeman after I blew off his head

We knights of Satan serving Satan’s Seders

God is an atheist, you fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us

Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice

We criminally insane, escape form Bellevue

Sniffing up cocaine don’t even try it

It’s Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence

Donate my brain to science, vacation in insane asylums

Come on come all to my carnival of carnage

Where I’ll.

slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange

I’m too precise not to be nice

I know you like Christ you’ll pay twice the price

I’ll put brains on ice

For preparation prepare for the separation

Of your foundation so come get your found basted

In hot sauce I roasted like hot dogs on an open fire I’m a trig like Myer

But don’t anile the entire picture, because I hang you like fixture so when you

enter the mixture

Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion

To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in

You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge

The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords swords