Don't kill me, don't kill me, hey don't kill me...! Nah, nah, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to keep you, so you'll never go away...! I'm just going to keep you, so you won't go away, ever... I've conducted extensive research Now every verse is corrupted, offensive to the church Destructive demented words You've been instructed by sentences in each word Featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first My brutal rhyme is running through your mind Stabbing up the cerebrum down to the spine Cut up the region My personality represents the worst reality Ever since a kid I rocked a reverse mentality I give no apologies for my biology Don't follow me, you're not qualified to have my qualities You're disqualified, you get no equality Senseless homicide equals Necro psychology I'm the leading authority in subjects Like beatings that leave you bleeding orally A part of me's obsessed A major label would've been the end to me I was meant to be an independently-ran entity I've got the illest mind, it's corroded like Phyllis Diller's spine Like thirty-eight serial killers combined It takes one individual act To stop you from kicking a pitiful rap, it's a miserable fact You'll get visibly hacked into shreds and left for dead Gushin' from your head with a pair of scissors attached It's wizardry, the way you disappear from the Earth physically Covered up exquisitely Smothered up with pillows militantly You see, you dying as quiet as it can be is the key I obtained a sick brain From the streets of Brooklyn with a need to inflict pain I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz You can't interpret this Murderous, stab you in the face, perfect fit Slice precise like a surgeon's wrist Another verse that slips into the grips of the perverse and sick There's nothing worse than this There's nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss And feces like GG Allin with German chicks Imagine a minute before a person flips A minute they be strangled with the blue face the purple lips Leaving you lying on the cold floor, mouth open Found you bloated a week later reeking of foul odor Fuck the fake scriptures We sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of Satan and take pictures My laboratory table's bottle nosed It's already too late if you've just noticed that you've been followed home Look into my eyes, hollow holes ILL BILL, cold-blooded demon from Hell without a soul I'm responsible for managin' the impossible If it isn't Uncle Howie it's Psycho+Logical Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, gonna cost a fool We're the reason doctors are reported to hospital!