| It’s only a little blood
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| It’ll wash out
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| Don’t get angry
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| I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
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| I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
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| The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
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| Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you
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| With the water from my teapot, your bone blankets I’m scorching
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| Clock me with caution, 'cause my evil eye inflicts misfortune
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| My dick in a bitch’s stomach’s abdominal terror
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| I fuck dead Brazilian bitches, like that nigga Joey Silvera
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| I kill fags, through the S&M magazine, I’ll be a-
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| I’ll squeeze your kidney and make you drink fuckin' urea
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| In a dehydrated nigga’s mouth; |
| I dismiss piss
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| I’ll be like Scrooge; |
| crucifyin' Jesus on fuckin' Christmas
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| Bitches like to use my fuckin' dick anally and orally
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| I invoke, evil and harm 'cause I’m bad morally
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| I’ll fuck a dead body that stinks
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| Yeah, Sodomania made me rape Tiffany Mynx
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| I went to Satan’s palace, and drank gore from a chalice
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| Bitch, so suck my motherfuckin' phallus
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| When I do a gore bid, I get morbid
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| I bust out with the chainsaw, kid
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| Cause I’m a sick kid, like Mordred
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| I’ll put your flesh on my table and take a bite quick
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| I fuck female cops with my ovum infested nightsticks
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| From your jacket; |
| I’ll strangle you with the fringe
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| Cause I’m a teenage rapist, like Alex from 'A Clockwork Orange'
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| And motherfuckers, I warn ya
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| I’m killin' more rednecks, than that nigga from fuckin' California
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| You got the fucking string, cunt, don’t try to pull it
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| Cause you ain’t married bitch and this ain’t Amy’s vicious mullet
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| You’ll lose, more than your lips; |
| it’s your clitoris in my fridge
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| Bein' a victim of Joel Rifkin would be a privilege
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| Cause I’ll do worse than kill you when I rape you with the Tantō knife
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| Your fuckin' fate’ll be worse than revenge on Bobbitt’s wife
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| Picture this, off the concrete sanitation scrapes you
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| You’ll be Grateful like Dead, if Tyson’s the one that rapes you
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| You’ll wish you had Momma Hanson’s fate
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| Bein' able to walk away with stitches instead of enslaved and depraved
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| Waiting to be tortured by Ralphus, and Sadu
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| Are you willing to accept me as your master?
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| I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
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| I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
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| The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
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| Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you
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| I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
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| I torture you by electrocutin' you through your nipples
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| I chop RuPaul, 'cause I’m not into shemale singers
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| I play backgammon with chopped off female fingers
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| I soak up your blood in my sponge
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| I went to the village to cause pillage and rape bitches in the grunge
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| Who wants to get molested with a nine?
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| I’ll chop off Mick Jagger’s lips and sow the flesh onto his spine
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| Now I’m feelin' the effects of the acid stamp
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| I’ll throw all the faggots in New York in a concentration camp
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| Any bitch I ever dated; |
| I left degraded
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| For pity, I fucked the bitch after her leg was amputated
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| I’m gonna rip out the silicone from your boobs
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| Today you’re attached to tubes, tomorrow you’ll be little cubes
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| Like Uncle Howie, I sell soap for crack
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| I’ll take the blood out your body, spit in it, then put it back
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| (I'm the) Necrophiliac, I’ll make your brain form a calluses
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| I, stab you in the kidney; |
| so now you’re on dialysis
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| I’m cookin' bodies and blood, I’m steady stirrin'
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| While my dick is in your mouth, and you’re swallowin' my fuckin' urine
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| I’m grotesque, I’ll fuck your dead body on a desk
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| From dried, cactus I make mesc, I jerk off to molest
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| Necro murders like a brain, THC denses
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| I’m negative extremely, offensive to the senses;
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| Foul, my gory words are far from mild
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| I get pleasure from molesting and raping a latchkey child
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| In the room there’s an odor of piss-smelling sulfur
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| The pungent stench is coming from your fuckin' vulva
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| While I molest and suckle milk from your breast
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| Beat pumas makin' sure that the fuckin' lungs infest
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| When I fuck up my bitch on the street, no one stops me
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| No one blames me, when I’m responsible for her biopsy
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| I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life (I get away with murder) |
| I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
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| Punk bitch, if you think you’re trife
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| You’ll get juxed dead when I reach for my waist and (pull a butcher knife)
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| (pull a butcher knife)
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| If I don’t like the way you’re glimpsin'
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| You’ll be, destined to lie in a pool of fluid the shade of crimson
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| The red pulp in your stomach stops before dawn
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| Leaving your lifeless carcass; |
| a home for Lucifer’s spawn
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| In a circle of burning candles, urging some censoring
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| Your throat I throttle to stop any afromentoring
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| I eat the muscles and fats off your joints
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| Then I sacrifice your motherfuckin' corpse on a star with five points
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| I raped and sodomised Yentl
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| I keep the skulls o' the niggas I kill, because I’m sentimental
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| Peeping, glancin', I’m out of it like Manson
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| When you’re fuckin' dead I’ll be cheerin' like Ted Danson
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| Prancin', all over your grave, I’m snickerin'
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| Go to the house o' the dead and foul shit; |
| I’m bickerin'
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| Cause I’m sicker than a Beretta
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| Slit your mom’s throat, while she’s fuckin' me, so her seizure makes her ride
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| me better
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| Let her, die getting fucked
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| Better than to die getting bucked and then chopped up and then fucked
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| And then chucked out the window for the neighborhood mutts
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| I’m killin' neighborhood sluts, who happen to be mutts
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| My vocabulary’s quick to show Necro’s knowledge
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| Cause I suck the smarts out, the brains of kids I kill from college
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| I love, to examine a woman’s mutilated salmon
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| Locked up in the laundry room; |
| bitches learn the meaning of famine
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| Starvation, suspended animation
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| Frozen beneath the lake, I’d flood for devil’s sake
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| No, signs of life after being juxed with the kitchen knife
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| I kill cynically, so niggas are dead clinically
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| By jerkin' off, I got strong deadly tentacles
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| Allowin' me to rip out your fuckin' right and left ventricles
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| I love to molest the skin
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| Double-headed dildo up the pussy and ass, creates bloody estrogen
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| I’ll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertebrate, I got no skin;
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| I got a fuckin' exoskeleton
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| So, try to stab me and your knife will dull up
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| Cause Necro, drinks the blood from a sphynx in my skull cups
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| Demons exist once the ovaries hatch
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| I got the lighter fluid; |
| you’ll be burnt, once I light the match
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| Eat the snatch, between a shemale’s legs
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| I stick my head in a fuckin' cunt, and eat a female’s eggs
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| Necrophiliac is way more foul than Mick Jagger’s dick goin' up Geraldo’s mouth
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| I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
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| I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
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| The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
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| Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you
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| If you try to rob me you’ll be blood Red-ford like Robby
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| Better hope like Bobby, I don’t shoot your ass in the lobby
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| It’s my hobby to collect brain boxes, I rape foxes
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| I’m obnoxious, I stick dildos up female oxes
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| Drink my cock’s piss, and eat my asshole’s shit
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| Necrophiliac is motherfuckin' Satan like Sonny Stitt
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| Comb out, every nit, after the Kwell shampoo
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| I fucked Sade’s dead corpse, it was the sweetest taboo
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| Your fetus I chew, my head in your cunt and lots o' blood squirtin'
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| It’s big, trouble in little vagina like Jack Burton, I mean, Wayne Cock God
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| Your pants are dirty; |
| old man
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| Hit the fuckin' fan, 'cause I roll on blood-infested men
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| If you try to play the hard role like your name was Rocky
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| I’ll throw you in my dead body shredder 'til you’re mushy like kaki
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| Murder Miyagi with a wax off to his cranium
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| I’ll sport the fuckin' Dreamcoat with the blood of Michael Damian
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| I’m evil like the god Loki
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| I eat undercover cops, so I put a dum-dum in each DIOK
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| I went to pokey for assault too, on Tony Stefani
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| My name is Ronny, I eat fuckin' bloody punani
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| I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
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| I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
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| The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
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| Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you
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| Props to DJ Riz he cut my beat up with his butcher knife
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| Props to Wildman Steve and WBAU
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| Joe the anal-yzer got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| Captain Carnage got a fuckin' butcher knife |
| El Riz Hustler got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| Ill fuckin' Bill got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| J.E.Z. |
| got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| Gore too got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| Reverend Goretex got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| And Evan Engineer got a fuckin' butcher knife
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| Stick the fuckin' butcher knife up your asshole, real fuckin' foul 'cause I
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| control domination on your butt
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| Off the top o' my brain here I’m going off the flow Necrophiliac will stick a
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| knife up the rectum of your hoe
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| Butcher, cook ya spontaneous
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| Yeah like a motherfuckin' nigga when I piss in a fuckin' therapist’s mouth
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| I’m brutal Necrohiliac eats flesh with noodle
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| Off the top of the skull my knife ain’t dull |