[Chorus] x 2
Kill that shit, kill that shit (I)
Kill that shit, kill that shit (MUST)
Kill that shit, kill that shit (KILL)
Kill that shit, kill that shit (YOU!)

[Verse 1: Necro]
Necro, empty pathologist
Demolishes the collagen in your face
When I smash you with a solid fist
Over politics get your wallet picked
By Satanic Scientologists, acknowledge this
I'm in a professionally insane condition
I cut vein incisions in you so badly
They need stitching by specially trained physicians
Your death certificate is insignificant
Paper no different than you lasted
Terrific eulogy wipe my shit with it
You need proper protection from a person like me that feels no affection for your life I control the direction of ya future
Dead you look like a droid I see through the void in your skull so we can't leave the casket open you're too destroyed
You better show respect with seriousness or the fear of your sickness of death you will experience this
Another key turned to the essence you've returned
From the presence of your corpse a great deal can be learned

[Chorus] x 2
[Verse 2: Necro]
Slice you open with a Y-shaped incision 'cause I hate religion
And fear no God so there's no consequences when I make decisions
So fucked bless the dead shit I'll desecrate you by suffocating you with the pillow that the dead person rested his head with
A stabbing fatality many abnormalities in your abdomen cavity
Except for gravity
There's no blood pressure so no blood squirts when I sever
No blood on my shirts whenever I work it's a perverse pleasure
What do I need the Bible and Satan for when I can start my own religion
Like carving opening skulls with vibratin' saws
Planting microchips, lobotomies
The pre-requisite to joining is money
Come down to our office for a visit
Blending your cartilage, stick you like a Nintendo cartridge
Listen to the crescendo of your heart twitch
All your fault the power drill in your skull vault
Like pole vault, shaven bald, appalled, it's called assault

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