Circle Of Tyrants Lyrics - Necro

Yo, I'm like a dead corpse 

Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit 

Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect 

My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec 

My raps are like crack in a decksotenic intellect 

Slaughters you, I got more for you 

Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue 

You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you 

When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave 

You'll only understand when you bleed 

There's no talking to you 

Just shoving a fork in you 

Who the fuck you talking to? 

Im pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you 

My knife packing status, got you shook 

A lot of crooks will respect my rep 

Step, kid I advise you not to look 

Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead 

Put you asleep inside a burning bed 

Learn from what I said 

Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep 

Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace 

[Mr. Hyde] 

I.. injure you with ninja crews 

Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with Satan 

Cause it's his decision too 

Hold a sword like ghost dog 

Leaving blood and gross gore 

So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues 

So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it 

I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What) 

Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons 

While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by semen 

Lure you into my web check the code the boys is red 

Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead 

Fill my clip with the lead put the biscuit to the head 

After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled 

Don't ever try and hawk cause I don't wanna talk 

Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk 

Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground 

Take a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound 

[Goretex] 

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns 

Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip 

It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit 

We celebrate with Henney blood shakes that render me sick 

Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of chrome 

Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the bone 

And ate the last witnesses 

K-ed out on medicine 

Health nut, crush up my wheat germ 

Chase it with heroine 

Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters 

Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter 

Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out 

Blood from em, two in your face 

Get erased, lights out 

Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags 

You don't want it fag 

Your left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair 

State bent, like breathing rubber 

So be advised 

Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon brother 

[Ill Bill] 

Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs 

Morbid visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs 

Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets 

Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit 

Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields 

Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits 

Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage 

Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the door 

Spasm and splash your organs across the floor 

Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet proof vest 

I took from the police..man after I blew off his head 

We knights of Satan serving Satan's sadists 

God is an atheist 

You fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us 

Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice 

We criminally insane, escape form Bellview 

Sniffing up cocaine 

Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence 

Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane asylums