[Verse 1: Necro]

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

'Til you've lost all memory, every morsel

Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street while you duplicate, repeat (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 bullshit artists, can catch an ascap when you clap

Right through your knapsack backpack

Through an intruder's chest; right through the flesh

Shove the knife in deep 'cause 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]

ILL BILL's seen demons in back of taxi cabs

My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab

Or a crack drag or Black Flag

Tales from the Darkside, mandatory suicide

You and I collide, men with suits and ties arrive

Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated

Then some other motherfucker levitated

Talkin 'bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated

Decapitated that fuckin' faggot then I celebrated

Fuckin' with me you fuckin' with psychos

Gunshots and knife holes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes

It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you

Spill your blood everywhere, like a broken glass of wine

On the path of disaster; I'm 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're startin' to choke

[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