You're Dead (Explicit)-Necro/Ill Bill

Ahhhhhh, it's necro! Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin I'm awful, often unlawful Crack you with a softball in your skull Until you've lost all memory, every morsel Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street While you duplicate the beat (BITER!) Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat I've got a gun to pull And I'm comfortable Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls And that's that, you b******t artists You can catch an ass cap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap Like hookers from Budapest Chorus: You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead Dead You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead And that's what I said You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead Dead You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead (So dead) that's what I said (Verse 2) Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or a Black Flag Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide You and I collide member suit and ties arrive Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated Then some other m**********r levitated Talkin bout some vampire s**t like he's dedicated Decapitated that F****n faggot then I celebrated Fuckin with me you F****n with psychos Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is to kill you Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine And under the path of disaster of a mastermind designed to blast a nine Fuck these bitches, love the cash and crime And we all sick, quick to torture you, Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you start to choke Chorus