Evil Shit - Necro

This beat’s some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire

Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone

Let out your anger, stop buildin up, you’re filled up with pain and anguish

Kid do you understand my insane language?

Sensus (?), violence, psychology, apprentinces of sickness learnin the art of

ballin (?) and robbery with demented insctincts

Cemented in your mental is the exceptional fact that feeling sentimental for

humans is detremental

I’m experimental in the ways of murderin you hurbs and turds with absurd words

and verbs

Would you have perfered being lured into a crucifixed scenerio, were you’re

eaten by birds?

Bein perserio (?)

Who’s (?) convicted, describing good descriptions

Perscribing murder through scribes, and desicrate the bible’s vibes

Maggots crawling on this page as I write this rap

It’s amazing, appalling, I think Satan’s calling.

I might snap

Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck

Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid?

What’s after death?

Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like

a psychotic bull

God won’t protect your existence, so I dont respect your religion

Visually you reflect a pidgeon, this’ll be disected by traffic

Graphic violence the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of

catostrophic dying of vinyll plastic

Or a CD, massive (?), you can’t answer whether I’m making sense or not or

imitating Manson

Preaching the end of God is my mantra.

Enter the pod, take a trip into the

nucleus of gore where the center is scarred

You’ll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs

Left in the sanitary, I’m eating perscription drugs

Force me to brutalize, demonstrate to you how I utilize a butcher knife to

computerize your flesh pixelate you

Triple 6 degrade you.

You can’t quarentine the therpeutic thorazine for ever

putrid horror scenes

That sick cleverly secluded in the origin of this cerebrum deep-rooted info for

the corroner team

Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck

Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid?

What’s after death?

Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like

a psychotic bull