Lyrics Covid-19 (Pestilence) - Necro

Covid-19 (Pestilence)

Arrest the pastor he’s not practicing social distancing
Keepin' church open burn it down blistering
Another one resisted everything the government insisted on
Until Corona got in to his system, now he don’t exist no more
God is larger than the virus that’s what he said
But God didn’t help you with this one, preacher you’re dead
Jerry Falwell Jr’s a nuisance
Got his students sick, fuckin' dick, now they’re teenage mutants
COVID-19 in your home like Ovaltine
Bill Gates global Chernobyl mobile 5G
Doctor Fauci more lik Lucio Fulci estimates
Best cas scenario 200K dead
Face the facts hard to fathom lungs spasm plasma
Transfusion, asthma, hazmat suit, New York Gaza
Millions outta work, doctors in asbestos suits
You might get juxed to death by somebody destitute
Ozzy bit the head off a bat
These days are like a Black Sabbath
Wet markets in Ruhan, dead dogs and rabbits
We transform Jacob Javits
In to a hospital stack the cadavers, Corona’s ravenous
Crown of thorns will your faith help?
When you face health issues COVID in your lung tissue pain felt
Petty humans get ready for malevolence
Get your popcorn and order Uber Eats, live on Netflix
Stream your death quick bumpin' Head Split
Mortality metrics, Fatalities based on genetics
Malaria drugs, politicians are the scariest thugs
When the food runs out prepare for the slugs, Baow!
Homeless runnin' up in your crib for grub
You better have a snub nose pistol on deck, dick, to protect your cubs
Shotguns, I’m not the one, son
Try to run up in my pad you gon' catch a hot one
Real bad, shrapnel through the door
Virtual lock-down Glock pound shake the floor
Body bags in hallways
This kind of trauma affects you in all ways
Physically, emotionally all day
Trapped in your crawl space
Fall flat on your face In tears like the kids in a divorce case
Social distancing or the economy which one you choose?
Either way we lose, a recession or more cadavers produced
There’s no best of both worlds
Instead of good humans dying, R Kelly should die first
For gropin' young girls
Nature don’t care for political rhetoric
All she gives a shit about is deadin' you quick
Stupid spring breakers
If you get Corona, you get Corona you’re a bonehead
When you die you’ll be alone dead
Famous for being stupid, want to go to the beach?
End up buried like Ted Danson in Creepshow deceased
Dudes in the hood being ignorant sharing cigarettes
You think you good, but that’s a figment
Of your imagination, no matter what pigment or denomination
No discrimination in you becoming a patient
Death toll higher than the 9/11 attacks
You better take it serious you son of a reverend on crack
A tiger caught it, next is Joe Exotic then Carol Baskin
You people are practically askin' for it
What the fuck are these stores stocking G
Everything unhealthy is sold out, but no shortage of broccoli
But can’t find anymore Chef Boyardee Spaghettios
Humanity owes a debt to nature COVID rampant in the ghetto
Trump Manson on his pedestal, anarchy manifesto