ILL BILL, Necro - The Most Sadistic lyrics

Dancing on your grave like Baryshnikov
I'll rip you off
Leave you in the desert till
The vultures strip your corpse
Then rape your fucking wife until
My dick is soft
Till the flesh is peeling off
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
Walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach
So plug it up with a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, Red Cross
Couldn't help your dead boss
Cut his head off
Brutal sadistic - the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
And my bones decay
A rap legend - to the aggressionary session
My inventions of tension
And powerful progression
It's time - for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit your mind like consuming strychnine
For all the shells, clips and Glocks
You stepping to me with a weapon
You'll be repping your clique in a box

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put ‘em in a plot
We ain't playing - We
Ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life
So lemme tell you something
If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll
Stab you up too
Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death)
Yo there ain't nothing left to say
This shit's fresh

I'll kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your brain
And make you sniff it
Piss on your bitch's tit's and
Make you lick it
Fucking maggot! You probably fucked
A hundred faggots
You're a gay thug that love jail
And love getting your ass ripped
Come around here acting hardcore
You never did dirt
You gonna get yourself hurt
Pull up your pink skirt
Your pink panties, get your wig damaged
Go eat a dick sandwich
I can't stand this motherfucker
Make this bitch vanish from the planet
I'll hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered, face bashed in
You can't win i'll stab you in the head
With shish kebab sticks
While watching mob flicks
Nasty like armpit's
When I be sucking on your mom's tit's
She's my bitch, she on my dick
Tell that trick to stop calling my crib
Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
Smoking green clove
Walking around town flossing the free clothes
Doper than Special K exploding
In a fiend's nose

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put ‘em in a plot
We ain't playing - We
Ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life
So lemme tell you something
If you ever diss me I'mma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll
Stab you up too
Now say violence! (violence) Death! (death)
Yo there ain't nothing left to say
This shit's fresh