WNYU 89.1 Freestyle lyrics
WNYU 89.1 Freestyle lyrics
Shout out to all you dirtbags, NYU dirtbags
That’s right, scumsuckers, guess who’s in the house
I came here to lace you, you pigs, you get laced, all you pigs
You’ve got a lot of pent-up anger, Necro
All right
I mean, every week, every time you come back, it’s just worse and worse
Lots of anger
First time you came you were a little, actually no
Let him do his thing
Lots of anger
Yo, check it, you know I rap over my own beats, you know what I’m sayin’?
Check out, check out the website, check it all out
You know what I’m sayin’? Buy, buy stuff
We gonna do it like this, check it, yo, yo
Your annihilation is set for sure, no fighting
You’ll be deaded beheaded for biting, that’s a violation of Necro law
Don’t look at me leery, I really take that severely
You really think you won’t end up like Jeff Healey
Barely able to see me when you’re near me, jux for dirty looks
Me being shook of a wanna-be crook, spare me
I got some serious faults, enslaving women in mysterious vaults
Craving sadistic assault, bathing your slit wrist in salt
Shove an ice pick in your balls
You’ll seizure like a fiend going through sickness withdrawal
You diss, you realize you made a mistake
I’m like a razor blade in a cake
Like being sprayed with Raid in the face
While this beat is being played ‘til you bleed with an earache
You’re afraid, walking through the gay parade is your fate
You won’t regret pumping a whole cassette of morbid death
Before you step, kid, don’t forget Necro’s a soldier vet
It’s difficult not to leave you with stiff, check it, you all rot
Check it
It’s difficult not to leave you a stiff adult
If you riff with insults blood’ll be dripping with flows
Once my instant impulse and my instinct pumps me to flip out
I’ll rip out your eyes when I’m under Mephisto’s controls
I just might rip open holes, as hemoglobin flows out of your clothes
You’ll be choking while you’re smoking bowls
I spar to win, while you’re bitchin’ about the position God put you in
I’m focusing on butcherin’
Check it, we warming up right now, scumsuckers
“Black Helicopters,” go lace it, Necro
Mr. Hyde here reppin’ it for him
It’s all over, Necro’s in the grills of all of you
Check it, check it, we gonna do it like this, yo, for 2000
Drop it
The best thing you could do is shut your mouth
Or I’ll have you digesting putrid glue
Your intestines puking, investing in your future’s through
Shape up as soon as possible, you could get sent to a hospital with a dent in you
I’m demented and philosophical
Every killer’s Glock is full, ‘cause life is filled with obstacles
It’s optimal to pop your skull
You don’t want to see Necro’s spine bludgeoned or dismembered
So shut up and help me find something, kid, I’ve lost my temper
Necro’s the savior that will deprave ya, mentally enslave ya
Control your behavior like Xavier
Don’t get into a disagreement with a sadistic demon
That’ll rip your clitoris like a drinkin’-piss European
Force you to swallow a bottle of Listerine
And it’s probably only a misdemeanor to chop you and split your spleen
I’m usually unhappy, I usually have people angry at me
Flipping like an evil gang of Iraqis
But I’ma kill you like I’m gangbanging with khakis
‘Cause you’re like Pataki to cats slanging the crack to stack G’s
You try to outburst and I respond quick
And knock you out first, ‘cause I’m beyond sick like a convict
Death rap, you get your head cracked
Can’t mess with that
Switch the beat up
Switch the beat up again
You better rock, Necro shirts coming at you, you better rock ‘em or else you’ll rock blood
We droppin’ different verses, we droppin’ different verses
On different Necro productions, you scumsuckers
Get torn apart
Yo, you’d better change your habits
Before someone blows the brains out your cabbage
Cover your frame before a stranger arranges to stab it
Your life’ll contain dangerous havoc
When a deranged savage playing games sends you a plain package of maggots
And I hope you’re the next that’s killed
How can I show you kindness when your spineless? I only respect the ill
I think negatively, I’m a regular mega sickly psycho strictly
Giggly when you’re begging to live, G
I’ll leave you like the legs of a crippled B
Dead your little seed, force you to watch a pregnant bitch bleed
If you practice swinging axes
The fact is you’ll almost subtract a chance of getting jacked by these crackheads
Cats that wanna see you with cracked ribs
Captive in a basement with your face taped, watch your back, kid
Player haters are actors that actually act attractive in your grill
But deep down, they’re naturally plastic
Player haters die, you rot slow
You come to the in-store you scumbag and show support
The fifteenth
Buy t-shirts
May fifteenth
Right now, I’m just droppin’ little verses on you cats
It’s all over
Give you a little flavor ‘cause it’s all for free
I should be selling this right now
But straight up, y’all get free stuff, independent
Because we love underground heads
When you buy Necro stuff, Necro gets ten dollars from it
You buy major label stuff, they get a dollar
That’s right
And the rest goes to some cat you don’t know
Buy bubblegum with that
So support, check it, we drop a porn verse for Riz
Check it, we do it like this
Porn porn
Yo, yo
My breast-filled orgies, iller than “Porky’s”
Women can’t keep their hands off me, I murder vaginas, I kill ‘em softly
There’s nothing more beautiful than your skin nude
But I can’t count how many times you’ve been screwed
And if you’re listening and you’re a thin prude
Soon enough you’ll get your skin Ginsu-ed by a dude
‘Cause young cats will put some Rohypnol in your food
And penetrate your rectum, with their members they’ll intrude
Something you’ll never forget
You say you’ve never swallowed ever before
Now endeavor, you’ll forever give better head
Put on your leather corset, give you a medical check
Your vagina stinks, freshen it up, get it correct
You could get deaded in a sec, punched in your face, beaten to death
Some men like that better than sex
My dialect’s colder than weather in Quebec
‘Cause, honey, you’re so disgusting you couldn’t get it erect
W-W dot Necro hip hop, buy stuff or get your whole brain damn chopped
W-W dot Necro hip hop dot com
Buy stuff or get your whole damn skull chopped
- Artist:Necro
- Album:I Need Drugs