| Let’s get it percolatin' like the church of Satan
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| Or Berkowitz waiting to shred you like Kirk on Damage Incorporated
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| Leave you bandaged like the character
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| Pushead created, sedated like a dusthead, it’s Necro, i hustled and made it
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| Slice your face like the Nike swoosh, spittin' violent haikus
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| Like the Yakuza bruising you through Wushu like Bruce
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| My sharp box cutters make you look like Carcass covers
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| I’m an emperor like Marcus Aurelius, barking orders
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| Like Joe Clark holding a Louisville Slugger, watching you in the dark,
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| like narcs undercover, parked
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| I’m the darkest discovered, creating art grotesque like Quark Express
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| We’re motherfuckers that fuck mothers
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| Leave my cock stuffed in her crotch good
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| Rob you like Foxwoods, buck you like 2Pac would
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| In the cut like peroxide, or vodka applied on the eyes of a boxer bludgeoned
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| You’re a dead faggot like Rock Hudson, the portrait
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| (Hook x2)
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| His portrait hanging, face betraying, wicked gleaming, eyes of Satan
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| (Necro — verse 2)
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| You turn from pretty, to pretty gross, to shitty smelling when decomposed
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| Hold ya nose from comatose to a ghost
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| Like Glenn Close, if you look like her don’t come close
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| No one comes closer to being a corpse than Anna Nicole
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| The nature of death sneaks up on you like ATF
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| Take a breath, might be the last one left
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| If i hate you, i’ll fling you off a skyscraper
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| Scraped off the pavement, disintegrate ya like the laser in a light saber
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| You’ll hit the street like a movie dummy, you dummy
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| Now you’re a non-moving mummy, with a removable tummy
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| Snuff you like Chavez, like volcano lava, burnin' ya vena cava, you cadaver
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| Gore like Mario Bava
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| Chained and gagged, maimed and dragged
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| Cops zipping up the remains in a bag, the brains of a fag
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| Your whole physical entangled in chunks of metal like a wire, my lyrics will
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| mangle your Kangol |