ILL BILL, Necro - Freestyle N°2 lyrics

Yo, it's Necro, your father
ILL BILL album coming soon
You better cop it or you get deaded

I'm surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, final call, homicidal gore
Torture chambers and rape-rooms
The same goons
Drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
What's really good or bad is relative
Never been beyond neutral
But, if you fuck with my family I shoot you
I'm too crude my poverty got me bugging
Committing armed robberies
Voted the most likely to
Probably die violently
Who the fuck are you, stupid?
I carry two clips: One to murder you
The other to shoot pigs
I'm like Miami Beach on New Year's eve
Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo
Hanging with the Gipsy Kings
I spit these things
Major businessmen spitting phlegm
Kicking these raps and kick you
In the face with Timbs foot up on your desk
Four thousand square-foot office supplies
Fought to survive, torture your mind
Car-chase, two cop cars collide
On the Belt Parkway
I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive
Nothing's sacred anymore
Take your last breath
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death
I'm obsessed
If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
Tora Bora to Tel Aviv
Take the shit over and never leave
American dream bleed like a heroin fiend
Heavy-metal heroin scene forever retrieve
Caught you with your guard down
And my pistols up
Hit you with the four-pound and
You spit some blood, faggot!