Released on September 16, 2003

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[Chorus: Necro]

Willin' to start killin' 'cause I got no feelings inside

So what? Ya' dead kid, you ain't special, millions have died

You think shit's funny, you'll laugh in a ditch

After you get your face ripped off or you're left with half of your lips

Even with a chest strapped with a vest, no one's safe

'Cause disease will infest and stay trapped in your flesh

In life you learn it's a risk, you could get burned to a crisp

You won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff!


[Verse 1: Goretex]

Ronnie called, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs

Wench in the crib, I smelled her from the stench in his fridge

Keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt

Hopeless and stressed, we fed 'em all coke to forget

Garbage-bag 'em, 20 TEC's to the windpipe

Sit tight, my surgical gloves service a midwife

Sprinkle powdered X, trifle on the blonde beaver

Ayo, Satan's back and he just made the cover of Don Diva

Some male order teens from Philippines

Sex puppet, quadriplegic, with bigger tits from Creatine

Thuggin' it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money shit

Thorazine, bitches fillet, stay in my dungeon pit


[Verse 2: Necro]

Yo, Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits

I murdered this fat bitch, now it's time to incinerate her slit

Kid, Uncle Howie's new girlfriend is a cyborg

Electronical vocal cords, Spanish robotic whore

This bitch's KITT, Howie came over for a hit

He asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some shit

Put him on a cover, filmed the video, Mordecai was smokin' crack

Yarmulke and all that, so give him dap

We're takin' fat pieces of shits

Enslaving 'em and attachin' em to the horses

And crackin 'em with the whip

I got Gene, computer guys brain fried

Sent him back to the projects with the roaches, so he commits suicide

His mother's obscene, she had a wart attached to her face

The size of a grape padded cut off with laser beams

I put a gun to his head, should've bust the lead

'Cause that depressed faggot is cancerous, a walking dead

Mailing bitches, cockroaches and pictures

Of Asian bitches with shotties in their mouth, I'm sadistic

I had her suckin' barrel, flashin' crotch

My pornographic thirty two panel insert is HOT!


[Verse 3: Goretex]

We carry heat, Howie rock the whole fleet

Caddy Jeeps, heated seats

Party favors, snow in iceberg sheets

I like chicks with overbites, make the urinal sweet

Pullin' my meat, bust off, we tossin' off on they cheeks

Some rap sadists, with homemade blades and facelifts

I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beatbox and rapists

Now I cruise Cali, fuck Jakes, fakes and cash whores

Drivin' up the coast, cocaine stuck to my dashboard

Y'all bitches nauseate me, knowing that scorn is a tool

You're mad corny 'cause you probably watch porn for the dudes

Sellin' your M3 for AZT in a test tube

'Cept it's too late, the man-made serum infects you


[Chorus: Necro]

Willin' to start killin' 'cause I got no feelings inside

So what? Ya' dead kid, you ain't special, millions have died

You think shit's funny, you'll laugh in a ditch

After you get your face ripped off or you're left with half of your lips

Even with a chest strapped with a vest, no one's safe

'Cause disease will infest and stay trapped in your flesh

In life you learn it's a risk, you could get burned to a crisp

You won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff!