the path of the righteous man and defender is beset on all sides by the inequity of selfish and tyranny of evil men blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill separates the weak through the valley of darkness for he is truly his brother s keeper and the father of lost children and i will execute great vengeance upon them with furious anger who poisoned and destroyed my brothers and they shall know that i am necro when i shall name my veangeance upon them viva necro master master the master of ruckus suckas committing crime is primal sip some tea eat a dope meal then break his spinal threw the rope a dope if i feel counter attack i m vinyl pound you with a round house you hit the ground it s final don t disturb me verbally you re like a gerber baby curb my enthusiasm you ain t urban herb dude looks like a lady don t talk cops grind me like pan fried pork chops solid in pig new york cops i walk with a bop i ll clash em you re a moron with a glass chin kick your ass like zohan classic like johann sebastian very punctual when i puncture you punk kung fu you lumped you up in the trunk like structure dumpster fulla with junk my arch enemies know me infamous like mcdonald s arches like the oj car chase malcolm s departure martin s marches starkist tuna and jimmy hoffa s carcass parcheesi i m that sleazy profit marketable narcissist viva necro master master i m despicable kick you in your dick and balls smash your thick skull with a cricket ball stick up your clique i ll vick you all droppin bombs chop off your arms pop off the llamas more drama than a sonata from brahms no one s hotter than ron i got the quan you think you re big shit you re a big fish in small pond the big bitch like a tall blonde no handshakes flip you like murderous manner in pancakes rip you like otis in devil s rejects these all the breaks fuck in the kitchen if sex is a crime lock me in prison plus i love bitches like mike loved pigeons i m above religion jig you twice with a big device dismembered you remember me i m stuck in your memory like gigabytes pop you with the trey pound till you re ghost like oda mae brown comatose homie vamanos get down or lay down you re too ridiculous pop fags in the game claimin to be true lyricists you give hip hop a bad name viva necro 
['hardcore hip hop', 'horrorcore']