[Intro]

Yo, yeah, uh

This the shit right here

Yo, this make me wanna kill somebody

Turn this shit up, real fucking loud

[Verse 1: Necro]

Drinking the bile out ya pancreas, the fanciest

Cancerous talking lyricist pack a shank on the hips

You're a skanky bitch, slit your wrist, clitoris

If you're inhibited, I'll piss in your syphilis incubus

Mr. Death, Dr. Demise, Surgeon Slice

You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life

You're wack if you don't appreciate knives

The way a knife slices precise it's trife, it's a demonic device

The chronic you light inhale for those in jail

To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails

My brain's charred like burnt flesh and scarred

Ripping ya breast apart, digest ya heart

Die!

[Hook: Necro]

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This)

Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!)

Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This)

Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!)

Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!)

[Verse 2: Necro]

Terrorize your whole clit, make you suck on ya own tits

Now spit the cancer out, grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot

Blow ya brains on the seats, varicose veins on the streets

Cocaine, dust and weed, kill you slowly, it's a must you bleed

Pop a vein in your skull from the stress, feeling numb in ya chest

Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety

An axe, a MAC, a black jack, or bat crack

Right upside your fucking head, for talking shit about this, kid

You bled sadistic and red, my biscuit pumps lead

Cock it, obnoxious, get chopped up in boxes

I'm toxic, my topics are Gothic

Morbidity, you can't get rid of me

The reason this humidity is shit to me

So kill yourself and write a note

Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat

Your windpipe is choked

New York is full of transvestites in coats

Helpless wenches controlled and sacrificing goats

It’s death, 42nd Street derelicts

Repping it, selling shit, malevolent

Mad felons, kid, I got three in the fam

Me and my man will beat you with hands

Leave you beneath the sand

You sinking, quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly

I need medication, the cadavers are getting stinky

[Hook: Necro]

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This)

Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!)

Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (This)

Don't you know that my shit's too sick? (Sick, sick!)

Kid, you know you can't fuck with this (Kid, you know you can't fuck with this!)

Might get your whole fuckin' head split (Split, split!)

[Outro]

Your fuckin' head split

Fuckin' head split (Bitch)

Fuckin' head split (Split!)