Necro & Ill Bill - Frank Zito | Текст песни

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• Necro & Ill Bill
• Frank Zito

Don't kll me, don't kill me, don't kill me. No no, 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 AGAIN!

(Necro)
I've conducted extensive research Now every verse
Is corrupted offensive to the church destructive, demented worse
You've been instructed by sentences and each word
Each to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first
My brutal rhyme is runnin through your mind
Stabbin up the cerebrum down to the spine cut up the region
My personality represents the worst reality
Ever since a kid I rocked the reverse mentality
I give no apologies for my biology
Don't follow me and I quialify to have my quality
You're disqualified you get no equality
Senseless homocide equals Necro psychology
I'm the leading authority on subjects
Like beatings that leave you bleeding orally a part of me's obsessed
A major label would have been an end to me
I was meant to be an independantly run entity
I got the illest mind, it's corroded like Phyllis Diller's spine
Like 38 serial killers combined
It takes one individual act to stab you for kickin a pitiful rap
It's a miserable fact
You'll get visiably hacked into shreds and left for dead
Blood gushin out of your head with a pair of scissors attatched
It's wizardry the way you dissapear from the earth physically
Covered up exquisitly
Smothered up with pillows militantly
You see you dyin as quietly as can be is the key
I obtain the sick brain
From the streets of Brooklyn where we need to inflict pain

(Ill Bill)
I smile for the cameras like Berkewitz You can't interpret this
Murderous stab you in the face perfect fit
Slice precise like a sergeons wrists Another burst his lips
Into the grip of one perversed and sick there's nothing worse than this
There's nothing more horrifying than people with a thirst for piss
Feces. like GG Allen with German chicks
Imagine a minute before a person flips
A minute later you strangled with the blue face and purple lips
Leavin you layin on the cold floor mouth open
Found you bloated a week later leakin a foul oder
Fuck the fake scriptures
We sacreligiously sacrifice you int he name fo Satan and take pictures
My laboratory table is bottle nosed
Its already too late if you 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 managing the impossible
If it isn't Uncle Howie it's Psycho+Logical
Lots of guns lots of goons got a casa full
We the reason doctors are employed at the hospital