The Big Sleep - Necro, Goretex

One time for sharp cats, killing so biblical

There’s two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical

The big sleep, put you in line with thugs spiritual

From pyramids to projects, sex and drug criminals

Spit the hype shit, bloody knife shit, I break out with six pound rounds,

hundred miles running like I’m a flight risk

Facing the judge for lacing drugs, base in the chlorine

Making the news, channel two, rocking the Venom long sleeve

Media bugs, fed her three pills and it was all hugs

Subpeonas popping, knocking Henny back until we all buzzed

A new religion, peep the screen play, I play the stoned villain

I stay strapped like its holy to filling

Another slab of shit talk, another king of New York

Another bag smoked, Uncle Howie do the Crip Walk

We’re being watched, I know it’s old news, I’m thinking it too

Even my shrink said I’m OK, I guess he’s in on it too

Lucky stiff, I was rocking ice down on my bris

Pumping shit out of Canarsie delis, jelly and fish

Used to pull gats with cops on it, now the block want it

Non-Phixion, we the reason you rhyme and survive on it

Dump in your mouth, we bare back pumping your spouse

I never pull out, there’s no disease of cancer of mouth

The most anticipated with the shortest lifespan

With enough quotes of coke, I got Andy Dick as a hype man

I’m a known cannibal, my freezer stink like it’s broke

And worse than Jeffery, the preference for Vietnamese folks

You like big pussy knocked off and left in the street

Cracking dutches in your casket where they bury the weak

I got a black six with rims that cost more than your crib

I got a black bitch with chrome nipples, stories I live

Ready dipped blunts, heavy metal pumping through chumps

I keep a gully like I’m having an old friend for lunch