Text: Necro. Gory Days. Morbid.

My practical solution to shmucks beefin' is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of ya

neck like Dracula seducin' sluts


And bite a piece of flesh off, but now you could have aids, I'd rather make you


a cadaver with blades



I write the followin' raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack, and recite
rhymes on the mic without aknowledgin' facts



I won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in...my waste, up in the


place, leave it stuck in ya face, fuck em



I find it difficult, to not be dispicable to minds that are typical




Fuck financial assistance, a man's existence revolves around survival that
evolves into a hustler with substantial buisness



My attitude is improper, like a skin popper, stickin' a blade on the top of a
skull of an imposter




Since created at birth, I've hated the earth, livin' in a society of anxiety

makes it worse



(chorus) Morbid, like Mordrid holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid


We keep it morbid, off some more shit, get ya jaw split with blood drippin'
outta ya forehead - repeat





Its worth while, for you to peep a verse thats vile, you could learn something
from watching a perverted person's style


My versatile verses are like curses that give you wild urges to worship belile




Beef with me you cant stay the same, you'll have to change ya name, change ya


sex, rearrange ya frame


Take a plane to somewhere strange if you plan on keepin' ya cranium containin'
ya brain




Your fuckin' dome will give in, with the turnakit wrapped around ya, you're
underground kid, ya the artist formerly known as livin'




You're the past like yesterday, blast ya chest away, your positive HIV test is

gay


And stop hip hoppin, you're dick jockin', you stick cock in ya mouth and rock


chick stockings



So die, its all about evil raps and weapons, money and sluts, with gats
strapped by the intestines