WKCR 89.9 Freestyle 4/20/2000

[Necro]
Check it
Yo, you know this beats brutal
We ain't come to play games, I'm extremely blunt
Shut this shit off if you're a squeamish cunt
That can't handle seeing the front of a head blown off for being dumb
Stop the pushing, pulling and screaming
Death is ugly 'cause you fear it, It's beautiful to demons
So what you bust chrome? Take away your skin you're just bones
Get ya' guts blown out ya' stomach 'til pus forms then you're an unknown
Better run home, your spine stabbed from behind
Your physical destroyed like a mortician's mind
Crucifix you when I shoot the pistol and blow off your fucking head
All of your body parts are superficial, useless tissue
You'll get beat with fists 'til blood's running down the concrete like piss
My drug medicates
Leave you dead and stiff like that bitch with a head of snakes
My butchering is flavor like Little Debbie cakes
I'll drop an excellent beat then burn it up like Mexican heat
Like dissection of meat I'll cut the track to pieces
It's all about making G's
So, yo, please, if I could I would sell crack to Jesus
The world is death, blood, sodomy, war
The world is death, blood, sodomy, more
The monster of gore, entrepreneur, constantly raw
Watch every riddle unfold, life is short and you have little control
Once your kidney gets old and your flesh is brittle and cold
You'll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home sitting alone
DIE!
I ain't playin'

[Check it, for all my goons all over the world
International or Irrational, I'm bashing you
Give me the cash, duke]

Yo, you're a clown with bruised up ribs,bound and abducted (Kill 'em!)
Letting a fuck lives counterproductive
You'll be found in the ground with cut tits drowned in a bucket of piss
Actin' like you're down with ruckus, when you sound like you suck dick
I have an obligation to massacre you like a hobgoblin
Chasing you, slashing you, guess what hydrochloric acid can do?
Through observation it looks like The Blob erasing your face
A convenient casket for you
One of my songs'll ruin your life, I'm committing the wrongdoing
Splitting you in two with a knife, I'm the intuitive type
I guess you wish you could live? but your death is a lucrative plight
The criteria for slaughtering is my Siberia
Frigid rap like a Nigerian spitting caps
Superior with an axe, the tourniquets wrapping your skull cap
Like a fitted hat 'til it cracks, 'til it fucking CRACKS!

[Bridge]
[Scumbags!
Psycho-logic Records
Psycho-logical Records
'Cause it's logical to be a psycho. (You'll get killed!)
Check this out
I'm just getting warmed up
We gon' do it like this
Check it (4x)
(Drop!)]

Yo
Brutal, hospital scalpel packing, I'll flip you
24-inch machete on my hip ready to rip you
Whip out the blade swinging, chopping
Dropping Satanic doctrine, my brain's dusted like Hoffman
A Glock 10 to your spine sadistic, sicko, linguistic schizo
When you rocking this I insist you sniff blow or die slow
Juxing the track like I'm cooking some crack
Looking to smack you in the face if you're wack
It's a Brooklyn attack!
Packin' an axe, relax, my cliques a whole batch of cats with gats
Acrobats that clap, so, shut up bitch
My box cutter slits open your lips
You'll get yolked 'til you choke on your spit
You sluts got no nuts, get off of my putz or you'll be coughing up guts
A walking corpse with a crutch for talking too much
The sick fuck, my cliques evil, sick people
Your shit's feeble, give up

[The beat...I hear the beat screwing up
Definitely the beat is chopped
That record is a chop beat
But it's all good though
It's all good though
'Cause Necro makes up!
We drop one more verse
Here, we can do this porn]

I need a delicate bitch, a bitch with a great set of tits
Give her some sedatives
My game's negative on proper etiquette
I like a woman that's down to sell her clit
A bitch who's inherited the skill of giving head to a dick
You're a fucking cock sucking Confederate
You're down to suck John Merrick's dick
You've got a pair of generic tits and
You use them to your benefit, you're a slut and that's the end of it

Fuckin' cunts
What you think, I've got bitches, check it

You're dead as a queer, you bled out the rear
I'm walking through the ghetto with Ricky Martin's head on a spear
Repping, I only fuck with naked bare hoes, in my world
Women don't wear clothes or they get crucified like scarecrows
Force me to kill, you'll get murdered because of your grill
You'll get strangled with your pants, mangle you with my hands
Rip off your ears, poke out your eyes, bite off your nose, you're about to die
Your sight is gross like a transvestite exposed
I'll clap your mind writing raps on your spine, let's practice crime
You'll get raped, by thirty dicks, your dirty tits get split
Until they drip pus and you're one pretty murdered bitch
You never heard me spit? I'll spit in your face and suffocate you
I love to hate you, wait duke
I'm bagging skins
Got nothing but arrogance for your mannequins
Made out of ceramic and limbs
I'll slay you
Wrap guitar strings around your fucking neck, that's how I play you

[The beat cut up again
It keeps doing it
But you'll die for that!]
Check it
Cut the circulation
Bloody perspiration
Study the Earth's creation
Leave you shaking when I disperse my hate through
Perverse verbatim

Check it, Hyde - RIP IT!

[Mr. Hyde]
Yo, your spine is caught on my blade, now you got cancer
Cut your time short, like the lifespan of a hamster
Dance on you with cleats, old spikes underneath
It's duck hunting season and your crew's looking like geese
Even though the Fed's listen, I make the red glisten
You sittin' bedridden, one-fourth your head missing
Provoke the porcupine, your face is holding pins
Be an Art Garfunkel, ram and rape the Olsen Twins
Stared at your clique, think they're daring and shit
Trying to play gorilla, with no hair on their dick
Run up on you while you're sexing, hang you with condoms
Give it to Assad, Feel like angry Ugandans
Queen's hitman, charging three G's a kill
Fill my mark's arm with heroin like C.C. DeVille
Poison in your veins, all my boys are skilled to maim
Rip out the hearts of men if you singing like the Cardigans
Ain't no bargaining, fuckin' deals closed
Bust you like a poaching nigga break a baby seal's nose
For all you hoes!