Necro, ILL BILL, Mr Hyde - The Circle of Tyrants Freestyle lyrics

Necro's up in here
Brooklyn in effect, jux you in the neck
Disrespect the clique we'll step
To you, mush you, put you in check
We stay evil, I don't play with people
Don't sleep on me 'cause I made it legal
Whip the Desert Eagle out - come see me kill
Whenever, whatever you want kid
Step up, head up, dead up ya butt
Thirty year old men turn into
Sluts when they get snuffed
You jock the custom Necro chain
You sit in disgust in ya crib cause
You can't hustle like the best
Death Rap entrepreneur pushin' the violence
On CD's, like krills from Millz it's only
About what I think fuck approval seekin'
Dead body disposal removal creepin'
Ya vanish
Missing - they can't even find you on Google
Hold the bronze kronze Ruger like Hans Gruber
Rippin' through flesh like a cougar
Attackin' like ex-cons couped up
Peep the rugged 'cause you love it
Sick sadistic
Sadomasochistic skitzo flips it intricately
Infinitely ripped it

ILL BILL bag females ILL Town to Illinois
Ya'll faggots bag trannies from the
Back of the Village Boys
I'm callin' you out, put the 44 in ya mouth
Pull the trigger and splatter your brains
On the walls of your house i'm empty inside
Don't know what remorse is about
I roll thick like strippers at
Shopping malls in the south
Hit the studio with a eight ball and an ounce
Chop up lines, record eight songs and I'm out
So flavorful
Fuck up ya face - give you a razorful
Your life and a pile
Of shit's' interchangeable
We top-shelf won't stop 'til we paid in full
I Reign in Blood
My destruction is unobtainable
We morbid thieves in Jordan 3's
We attack you like swarming bees
We all creeps
I flip drugs and pimp sluts and spit dust
And distrust anybody that isn't us what!?!

Enter the sickly hip hop vic
With the slick stee
Rollin' thick and grippin' pistols - click
Kid you're history hyde: the field general
Of axe-wielding sentinels
Ventricles pumped with poison
You need Benadryl ain't nobody rocking me
I'm boppin' with the Glock on me
Boxin' me and winning your chances
Are slim like lottery
Behave yourself coming at me sideways
Better rephrase yourself
Or be left dead in ya driveway
The cops can't can us so
We kill and take advantage
The equivalence to my trigger
Finger is magnani (mou) s
Yo, I'll snuff you more than once
And open cuts up just like cunts
Son, our punches come in bunches, crunch
And make ya lose your lunch
I be the brass knuckle-wearing
Bad box you up like Tetris
Right cross or left
Bitch - both hands are ambidextrous
Your death is on my checklist
Your respiratory's breathless
Exorcist specialist with natives
That are restless

Circle of Tyrants album, droppin' this summer
Necro! ILL BILL, Goretex and Hyde!