The Crazies - Necro, Mr. Hyde, Ill Bill

The Crazies, live in the subways

Completely control the underground

They’re Night Raiders

Yo

Don’t be concerned about what you heard about me word of mouth

Facts I’ll take the burner out and blow your fucking sternum out

I’ll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle

In my cabinets to prove you ain’t shatter proof

Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you

Pain experience is like a Pitch George grip to you

Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads

Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder

Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky

From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to get high

Or pull the tool in your bless, leave you laying on the deck

Fuck your bullet proof vest son, I’m aiming for your neck

Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug

Ain’t no crews rugged’er, I’ll prove it with a slug

See, we psycho+logical- your team’s methodical

We back slap fag rappers like bitch prostitutes

Scream, and pray its only a nightmare

And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear

In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife

Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five to life

Barn of the naked dead

Garnish your flesh, carving your head

Me and the Coven starve women till there orange and red

Take creep pictures, renounced, I’m the young Keith Richards

I’ll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with killer mixtures

Writing Bibles like I’m Anton

We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched

With there tampons, a blood fetish

A monster with grimace like Al Fish

A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx

Playing God is such a thrill for me

My young ministry with six women become un-inhibited they kill for me

The God of love, I leave scars and misery

See letting these women go don’t make sense, it’s a sin to me

The night surgeon, I flip it like a Christ inversion

Welcome to Hell, selling souls right in person

The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it

Express mail, set my panties and bloody kerchiefs

Call me the sad wings of destiny

Spread across the planet like leprosy

Destroying your entire life’s legacy

Nuclear priest, fire storm, human defeat

My goons are elite, murdering you with the tools of the street

The morbid sorcerer, forty four magnum officer slaughterer

Calling your coroner, crash street at the corner of Lauberman

Jumping the L, between cars puffing the L

Robbing you on the way to Carnarsie for something to sell

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger

Burying you with illirious bangers

A total nightmare, chrome nines appear

Walking with no signs of fear

Designed to tear you with this piece of these vagina scare

Pussy clot, ill guerilla pimp make the pussy pop

Another rookie cop got shot another pussy drop

Either we mad men or mysterious villains

Or billionaires, sociopaths, or serial killers

Murder rappers with a shooting titanium microphone

Bullets in your brain rip through cranium like Styrofoam

Four thugs who step to me who catch belly slugs

Now your four faggits dead laid out in a row covered in smelly rugs

Dying to meet ya, slice up each feature

Your grill’s a bloody mess, your face looks like a pie pizza

Like bleeding pimples, we hold katanas

The scientist analyst, I’m breeding pit bulls and piranhas

The messiah ain’t nothing but a creep in a trench

They found Jesus downtown Brooklyn sleeping on a bench

Lobotomy class, we experiment cut and stitch

Open your brain up and analyze it to find out why you’re such a bitch

Put gats to you

Throw you in a lake naked with a block of cement attached to you

I don’t sweat to shoot you (uhn uh)

Rather cut your spleen on screen like a Tom Savini scene

Execute you