Yo, it's Necro your father, ILL BILL album coming soon!
You better cop it or you get deaded!
I'm surrounded by hatred and lust, angels in dusk
Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs
Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide dogs
Design war, final call, homicidal core
Torture chambers and rape rooms
The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
What's really good or bad, it's relative
Never been begun neutral
But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude
My apologies, got me bugging, committing armed robberies
Most likely to probably die violently
Who the fuck are you stupid, I carry two clips
One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
We're like Miami Beach on New Year's Eve
Blindly singing rush rush, give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings
I spit these stings, make a business man spit phlegm
Kicking these raps or kick you in the face with Timbs
Full up on your desk, 4000 square foot office supplies
Fought to survive, torture your mind
Car chase, two cop cars survived
Hundred bill parkway, I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die
Nothing sacred any more, take your last breath
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death, I'm obsessed
If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
So all board to Tel Aviv, take the shit over and never leave
America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend
Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued
Caught you with your guard down and your pistols up
Hit you with the 4 pound and you spit some blood
Faggot!
