Necro, ILL BILL - Bury You With Satan (Pt. 2) lyrics

Listen to the rugged shit
Your jugular’s slit with razors quick
I'm sick i only kick amazin' shit
You diss? You buggin, bitch
You better wake up before we dead you
And break up your face you're a disgrace
And you'll get taped up
Tortured, murdered, replaced
I be the perverted wordsmith
You're bird shit you heard it?
I said it satanic
I'll set it anybody can get it
You not exempt from contempt you beat me?
You dreamt you were sleepin, dozin'
You'll be bleedin'
I'm a frozen frigid cold cretin immaculate
Packin' a hatchet in my jacket
Back it the fuck up you bitch
Or get cut up in fractions during action
Gore aficionado rip your body open
With a bottle that's broken you're smokin'
Full throttle hit with a shotty
I get vexed you're dead next
Butcher you mushin' you
Senseless violence is endless
When I bring it ain't much you can do
Psychological with the demonic pull
Reelin' you into sin
Peelin' your skin like a psychotic bull

Police murderer i'm causin' hysteria
I'll send ya fuckin faggots to hell
Then I bury ya ask Moses
My words are like the fire on the mountain
I got mix tape verses
To shit on your entire album
I make the most horrifyingly vivid images
Come to life stab you in the fuckin face
With my sentences a knife sharpened by God
Could cut no deeper
I kick tables over with Jesus
There is no equal i'm like Lucifer
The unforgiven cast out of heaven
I must, rather, rule in hell
With the black MAC-11 than be a servant
I'd rather be an accessory to murder
The Hell on Earth survival means
You better be an earner an enemy mind
You ready to die?
Are you fuckin' pussies mentally ready
For machetes and nines?
For the drama on your momma's door step
I drive by and spray hollow tips
That split your mind's eye