[Verse 1: Necro]
The general of graphic violence, bludgeoning, hold grudges
Stab shit up, wildness
No one budges, vileness, wireless
Tireless, jab in to your grill, bust it up, stylish
Grabbing for the kill, fuck you up nihilist
Atheist, anarchist, manifesting my destiny of monarchy
Through morbid malevolence, a capitalist
Who pops caps at the capital
I got an immaculate list of people that need to be killed accurately
Like a stake being driven through Dracula, G
Precisely murder you nicely, spectacularly
Moving like electricity through New York City
Expect shitty attitudes when you visit my city, we talk gritty
Murdering people on a mic
We'll be murdering people in person if we like, if that person's coercing
If you're a virgin of bleeding emergency room style, urgently
We'll introduce your circuitry to a surgeon

[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
Slaves of Pain, on Devil's Island like Dave Mustaine
Songs remain deranged, my sanitarium is the stage
Doomsday for the deceiver, the Cult Leader
These legions of true believers of obedient shooters with heaters
Listen, it's my heritage to rule the world
My army of heretics shall consume the Earth
With an uncontrollable storm of abusive words
Ideologies of the perverse in Lucifer's church
Rape you with chainsaws, orgies with strange whores
Fucked her in the mouth until her face tore, I innovate gore
The man who put pistols in porn, stuffed dildos in slores
Corn on the cobs, baseball bats and a dick of a horse
I'll have your gatekeeper licking the floor
Face down, ass up, ugly, you love it, bitch, listen some more
Hypocritical shithead smile and sit at your door
Unable to stop my apocalyptic mission of war
We push buttons and piss stupid people off
Beat up your favorite rappers we incorrect, politically of course
Circle of Tyrants, personify murder and violence
And that white powder you love when it burn in your sinus
[Verse 3: Mr. Hyde]
Homicidal recitals, an ice pick in your vitals
I spit this sickening script that's contradicting the Bible
See, I'm a straight up disease, with a blade up my sleeve
We known of spraying police and put your brain in a breeze
Supreme serpentine fiend, caught a murder at thirteen
Certainly burst threes, skin under your shirt bleeds
Tossed off a bridge, no remorse for my sins
They'll find your corpse in a fridge at North 4th and Driggs
In torturous bliss, I'll force a fork in your tits
Screaming are forming from my fists like a porcelain dish
It's impossible for doctors to be stitching every wound
They'll be rocking your name in an obituary soon
Perform your autopsy, speaking in tongues
Discard your arteries, heart, teeth, and your lungs
We distribute types of death that ain't never been dealt
I'll stick you with an icicle so the evidence melts

[Verse 4: Goretex]
Blood farmer with the burgundy smock
I got a piece of Sharon, thirty-five years in the box, ready to rock
Murder Junkies stay chillin', my coroner's here often
Drilling coffins, turning the cold limp in to corpses
Drug orgies keep the morphine drips
Northern winds, all I hear is the metal dumping out clips, pumping out hits
'Til my ears bleed, we eat through your chops, fuck calling cops
I'm like the Birdman Scissor dub mixed with Gorgoroth
I'm the driller who went ballistic up in Fortunoff's
Forty Glocks, saw me in butcher shops with the torture props
The gore zenith over drums like Behemoth
I'm too sick, hung up body parts, slop in your freezers, anemics
Blood squirts through speakers, on stage with cleavers
Nobody's evil as us, the game is full of diseases
Turn your beige blush, the caked up blood in your carpet
You know a man smellin' piss on your corpse like I'm Robert
Carving your belly with forks, got flesh in his office
Hands of a dentist, mutilated, but never nauseous