Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butcher Knife '94, artist - Necro. Album song Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Butcher Knife '94 |
It’s only a little blood |
It’ll wash out |
Don’t get angry |
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life |
I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife |
The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you |
Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you |
With the water from my teapot, your bone blankets I’m scorching |
Clock me with caution, 'cause my evil eye inflicts misfortune |
My dick in a bitch’s stomach’s abdominal terror |
I fuck dead Brazilian bitches, like that nigga Joey Silvera |
I kill fags, through the S&M magazine, I’ll be a- |
I’ll squeeze your kidney and make you drink fuckin' urea |
In a dehydrated nigga’s mouth; |
I dismiss piss |
I’ll be like Scrooge; |
crucifyin' Jesus on fuckin' Christmas |
Bitches like to use my fuckin' dick anally and orally |
I invoke, evil and harm 'cause I’m bad morally |
I’ll fuck a dead body that stinks |
Yeah, Sodomania made me rape Tiffany Mynx |
I went to Satan’s palace, and drank gore from a chalice |
Bitch, so suck my motherfuckin' phallus |
When I do a gore bid, I get morbid |
I bust out with the chainsaw, kid |
Cause I’m a sick kid, like Mordred |
I’ll put your flesh on my table and take a bite quick |
I fuck female cops with my ovum infested nightsticks |
From your jacket; |
I’ll strangle you with the fringe |
Cause I’m a teenage rapist, like Alex from 'A Clockwork Orange' |
And motherfuckers, I warn ya |
I’m killin' more rednecks, than that nigga from fuckin' California |
You got the fucking string, cunt, don’t try to pull it |
Cause you ain’t married bitch and this ain’t Amy’s vicious mullet |
You’ll lose, more than your lips; |
it’s your clitoris in my fridge |
Bein' a victim of Joel Rifkin would be a privilege |
Cause I’ll do worse than kill you when I rape you with the Tantō knife |
Your fuckin' fate’ll be worse than revenge on Bobbitt’s wife |
Picture this, off the concrete sanitation scrapes you |
You’ll be Grateful like Dead, if Tyson’s the one that rapes you |
You’ll wish you had Momma Hanson’s fate |
Bein' able to walk away with stitches instead of enslaved and depraved |
Waiting to be tortured by Ralphus, and Sadu |
Are you willing to accept me as your master? |
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life |
I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife |
The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you |
Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you |
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples |
I torture you by electrocutin' you through your nipples |
I chop RuPaul, 'cause I’m not into shemale singers |
I play backgammon with chopped off female fingers |
I soak up your blood in my sponge |
I went to the village to cause pillage and rape bitches in the grunge |
Who wants to get molested with a nine? |
I’ll chop off Mick Jagger’s lips and sow the flesh onto his spine |
Now I’m feelin' the effects of the acid stamp |
I’ll throw all the faggots in New York in a concentration camp |
Any bitch I ever dated; |
I left degraded |
For pity, I fucked the bitch after her leg was amputated |
I’m gonna rip out the silicone from your boobs |
Today you’re attached to tubes, tomorrow you’ll be little cubes |
Like Uncle Howie, I sell soap for crack |
I’ll take the blood out your body, spit in it, then put it back |
(I'm the) Necrophiliac, I’ll make your brain form a calluses |
I, stab you in the kidney; |
so now you’re on dialysis |
I’m cookin' bodies and blood, I’m steady stirrin' |
While my dick is in your mouth, and you’re swallowin' my fuckin' urine |
I’m grotesque, I’ll fuck your dead body on a desk |
From dried, cactus I make mesc, I jerk off to molest |
Necro murders like a brain, THC denses |
I’m negative extremely, offensive to the senses; |
Foul, my gory words are far from mild |
I get pleasure from molesting and raping a latchkey child |
In the room there’s an odor of piss-smelling sulfur |
The pungent stench is coming from your fuckin' vulva |
While I molest and suckle milk from your breast |
Beat pumas makin' sure that the fuckin' lungs infest |
When I fuck up my bitch on the street, no one stops me |
No one blames me, when I’m responsible for her biopsy |
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 |
Punk bitch, if you think you’re trife |
You’ll get juxed dead when I reach for my waist and (pull a butcher knife) |
(pull a butcher knife) |
If I don’t like the way you’re glimpsin' |
You’ll be, destined to lie in a pool of fluid the shade of crimson |
The red pulp in your stomach stops before dawn |
Leaving your lifeless carcass; |
a home for Lucifer’s spawn |
In a circle of burning candles, urging some censoring |
Your throat I throttle to stop any afromentoring |
I eat the muscles and fats off your joints |
Then I sacrifice your motherfuckin' corpse on a star with five points |
I raped and sodomised Yentl |
I keep the skulls o' the niggas I kill, because I’m sentimental |
Peeping, glancin', I’m out of it like Manson |
When you’re fuckin' dead I’ll be cheerin' like Ted Danson |
Prancin', all over your grave, I’m snickerin' |
Go to the house o' the dead and foul shit; |
I’m bickerin' |
Cause I’m sicker than a Beretta |
Slit your mom’s throat, while she’s fuckin' me, so her seizure makes her ride |
me better |
Let her, die getting fucked |
Better than to die getting bucked and then chopped up and then fucked |
And then chucked out the window for the neighborhood mutts |
I’m killin' neighborhood sluts, who happen to be mutts |
My vocabulary’s quick to show Necro’s knowledge |
Cause I suck the smarts out, the brains of kids I kill from college |
I love, to examine a woman’s mutilated salmon |
Locked up in the laundry room; |
bitches learn the meaning of famine |
Starvation, suspended animation |
Frozen beneath the lake, I’d flood for devil’s sake |
No, signs of life after being juxed with the kitchen knife |
I kill cynically, so niggas are dead clinically |
By jerkin' off, I got strong deadly tentacles |
Allowin' me to rip out your fuckin' right and left ventricles |
I love to molest the skin |
Double-headed dildo up the pussy and ass, creates bloody estrogen |
I’ll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertebrate, I got no skin; |
I got a fuckin' exoskeleton |
So, try to stab me and your knife will dull up |
Cause Necro, drinks the blood from a sphynx in my skull cups |
Demons exist once the ovaries hatch |
I got the lighter fluid; |
you’ll be burnt, once I light the match |
Eat the snatch, between a shemale’s legs |
I stick my head in a fuckin' cunt, and eat a female’s eggs |
Necrophiliac is way more foul than Mick Jagger’s dick goin' up Geraldo’s mouth |
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life |
I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife |
The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you |
Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you |
If you try to rob me you’ll be blood Red-ford like Robby |
Better hope like Bobby, I don’t shoot your ass in the lobby |
It’s my hobby to collect brain boxes, I rape foxes |
I’m obnoxious, I stick dildos up female oxes |
Drink my cock’s piss, and eat my asshole’s shit |
Necrophiliac is motherfuckin' Satan like Sonny Stitt |
Comb out, every nit, after the Kwell shampoo |
I fucked Sade’s dead corpse, it was the sweetest taboo |
Your fetus I chew, my head in your cunt and lots o' blood squirtin' |
It’s big, trouble in little vagina like Jack Burton, I mean, Wayne Cock God |
Your pants are dirty; |
old man |
Hit the fuckin' fan, 'cause I roll on blood-infested men |
If you try to play the hard role like your name was Rocky |
I’ll throw you in my dead body shredder 'til you’re mushy like kaki |
Murder Miyagi with a wax off to his cranium |
I’ll sport the fuckin' Dreamcoat with the blood of Michael Damian |
I’m evil like the god Loki |
I eat undercover cops, so I put a dum-dum in each DIOK |
I went to pokey for assault too, on Tony Stefani |
My name is Ronny, I eat fuckin' bloody punani |
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life |
I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife |
The butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you |
Take the butcher knife, end up on your backside and jux you |
Props to DJ Riz he cut my beat up with his butcher knife |
Props to Wildman Steve and WBAU |
Joe the anal-yzer got a fuckin' butcher knife |
Captain Carnage got a fuckin' butcher knife |
El Riz Hustler got a fuckin' butcher knife |
Ill fuckin' Bill got a fuckin' butcher knife |
J.E.Z. |
got a fuckin' butcher knife |
Gore too got a fuckin' butcher knife |
Reverend Goretex got a fuckin' butcher knife |
And Evan Engineer got a fuckin' butcher knife |
Stick the fuckin' butcher knife up your asshole, real fuckin' foul 'cause I |
control domination on your butt |
Off the top o' my brain here I’m going off the flow Necrophiliac will stick a |
knife up the rectum of your hoe |
Butcher, cook ya spontaneous |
Yeah like a motherfuckin' nigga when I piss in a fuckin' therapist’s mouth |
I’m brutal Necrohiliac eats flesh with noodle |
Off the top of the skull my knife ain’t dull |