[Chorus: Necro & Goretex]

Ayo, Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?

Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat

Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat?

So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak

[Verse 1: Goretex]

I use your mom for drug runs in your pops truck

Chopped up, 2 in the belly, smellin' like rock, she tried to cook it up

The most depraved, you playin' toast to a pope with AIDS

With permanent fades, the surgical ones, murderous ones

Made you a zombie, syringe in your cap and you're froze

You came in the lab and got turned down like Natalie Cole

The massacre works for traffic and dirt the capital squirts

Y'all need some agents, cats is really actors at birth

The Glenwood anthem, nappy style cracked in the knees

20 deep stayin' thugged out like Reggae habibs

'Cause y'all some broke wrists, rockin' tight suits and gloves

And you got bitch tits, bigger than Bob from Fight Club

Get knifed up, your whole life's done, media chance

Zitty in clamps, show money, key in advance

Gore's back for war, now you got a reason to dance

Faggot head cap be turned out to candy ass yams

[Chorus: Necro & Goretex]

Ayo, Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?

Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat

Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat?

So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak

Ayo, Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?

Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat

Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat?

So the effect's in 3D when I shatter your beak

[Verse 2: Goretex]

I'm like the new Belushi, thick sluts to young groupies

Knew this white bitch, she used to smoke crack and love roofies

Stuck a fork in her, pumpin' Manowar, restrainin' order

Stalkin' Mandy Moore, Grammy style hit when I came off the tour

Some Amyl Nitrites, we call 'em Poppers for short

Rehab for quitters ballin', ain't no stoppin' the sport

Rock the advance, I cop the whorehouse in the loose figaro

With narcoleps and Tourettes bitches like Deuce Bigalow

Off flavored contortions, daughters and mothers often

From here to Portland, Morphine shots to teen abortions

The Gore's law get checked in the sonogram

Certified specialized in the perks of mammograms

Run up in your mansion, organized like we the Mansons

My life's a snuff flick cut in with thug and drug anthems

Get your wig pushed back, hair plugs like Ted Danson

Some uptown runs for dust blunts and fresh Branson

Blow off your shit, holdin' your clit, panties pissed

Confused cats tuck it under eager to switch

Beavers to stitch, the secret you the tranny rapper, prolly a bitch

Seein' your whole click, sewin' ya lips

[Chorus: Necro & Goretex]

Ayo, Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?

Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat

Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat?

So the effect's in 3D when I shatter your beak

Ayo, Gore, why you foul and carry bombs on your seat?

Fuck the world, I'm all about cash, you are what you eat

Why you pop so many pills when you carryin' heat?

So the effect's in 3D when I splatter your beak