[Necro Verse 1]

I have sex with female rednecks
I love demise
Mortality, Youthanasia, and Necrosis
I'm vile
I'm loyal to Belial
They'll be loving Hades know Necrophiliac's style
Mischief maker
Possesses me to evil principles
Supreme spirit of evil
The Dungeons and Dragons range is evil
I'm the fuckin' fallen angel
The trickster
Sicker than a disease
Smellier than shit and fleas
Hellbound pitbull fall in a pit full of rocks
The Necrophiliac's value shocks
Diablos, Abbadon, Methadone
Lucifer on fire
Ladies and gentlemen meet Jesus' crucifier
Mr. Satanic Force, the deuce
I got the fuckin' noose I'm sick
Motherfuckers call me Old Nick
I'll be there laughing when my enemy slips
Necrophiliac dead like the nerves on Mary Joe's lips
Let me pass the mic to ILL BILL
[ILL BILL Verse 1]
N***a wanna grab the photos?
I'm takin' pornographic photos my types of mottos gettin' busy with dick and pussies into stitches
Stabbin', stickin', super maternal barrel shotties, catchin' more bodies than the mothafuckin' Gottis!
Listen up don't interrupt when I lever skirts squirt, you get yo' fuckin' ass hurt when I converts
Exert pressure, I'm under pressure with the flamethrower
Chop you up into little pieces with the trunk blower
Flower, sicker you never heard an iller n***a than BILL, I make your mothafuckin' blood spill
All over the place then, spit in your face and, annihilate the whole fuckin', human race
Crazy rugged, buggin', flippin', sick and disgusting, mothafuckin' Glocks I be bustin'!
Off the fuckin' top, I flip the Hip-Hop, let my, mothafuckin' Glock go pop
Drop a body off the roof, there's no fuckin' proof, then I walk away with credit cards and fuckin' loot!
That's how I'm livin', that's how I'm goin', stick a butcher knife up your mothafuckin' colon, for '94 with the chainsaw, now I'm always crazy raw with the gore!

[Necro Verse 2]

Pass me the headphones!

From rags to riches
Bodybags for bitches
The plots more power to the first body part that rots
And decays, your body parlays in the coffin
While I'm covered in vile and blood often
The murderous mass, I don't inhale the gas or the fumes
Or you'll be dead like n***as in Egyptian tombs
To the pile, another corpse gets added
I can't bang my head against the wall 'cause the wall is padded
In my tomb better yet mausoleum
I got worms eating out my skin, but you can't see 'em
I blow up like a caesarean section
I'm like a vampire 'cause I got no reflection
I'm nocturnal, your breathing is eternal
I eat Kentucky Fried Guts so fuck the Colonel
Fuck that bastard
I spit in his casket
Or his grave, he's a fuckin' slave
Off the fuckin' top I'll pass it to ILL BILL......
I'll set your fuckin' goal and use a liablah deals no flop, ahh!
[ILL BILL Verse 2]

Check it, cut the fuckin' record, crazy fuckin' evil, like a fuckin' weevil
Wabblin', squabblin', with any fucker tryna play me, I'll fuckin' bite his ass off like I have rabies
I'm fuckin' sick, you can suck a fuckin'...

[Necro Outro]

We're done