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necro - butcher knife '94 lyrics

[intro]
it’s only illegal blood
you know where it’s out
don’t get angry

[chorus a]
i got the butcher knife to take your f-ckin’ life
i got the butcher knife to kill your f-ckin’ wife
the butcher knife gets f-ckin’ used when necro cooks you
take the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you

[verse 1]
with the water from my teapot your bone? i’m scorching
clock me with caution ’cause my evil i inflict misfortune
my d-ck in a b-tch’s stomach subdominal terror
i f-ck necrozillions b-tches like that n-gg-r joey silvera
i kill f-gs through the s&m magazine?
i’ll squeeze your kidney and make you drink f-ckin’ urea
in a dehydrated n-gg-r’s mouth i dismiss p-ss
i’ll be like scrooge crucifyin’ jesus on f-ckin’ christmas
b-tches like to use my f-ckin’ d-ck -n-lly and orally
i envoke evil and harm ’cause i’m bad morally
i’ll f-ck a dead body that stinks
yeah sodomania made me rape tiffany mynx
i went to satan’s palace and drank off from a tallis
b-tch so suck my motherf-ckin’ phallus
when i do a gore bit i get morbid
i bust out with the chainsaw kid ’cause i’m a sick kid like mordred
i put your flesh on my table and take a bite quick
i f-ck female cops so i open infested nightsticks
from your jacket i’ll strangle you with the fringe ’cause i’m a teenage rapist like alex from a clockwork orange
and motherf-ckers i warn ya
i’m killin’ more rednecks than that n-gg-r from f-ckin’ california
you got the f-cking string c-nt
don’t try to pull it ’cause you ain’t married b-tch and this ain’t amy’s vicious bullet
you’ll lose more than your lips with your cl-toris in my fridge
bein’ a victim of joel rifkin would be a privilege
’cause i’ll do worse to kill you when i rape you with the tanto knife
your f-ckin’ fate’ll be worse than revenge on bobbit’s wife
picture this off the concrete sanitation scr-pes you
you’ll be grateful like dead if tyson’s the one that rapes you
you wish you had momma fate
bein’ able to walk away with st-tches instead of enslaved and depraved
waiting to be tortured by ralphus and sow doom
are you willing to accept me as your master

[verse 2]
i spit in the motherf-ckin’ face of vietnam cripples
i torture you by electrocutin’ you through your nipples
i chop? paul ’cause i’m not into sh-m-l- singers
i play backgammon with chopped off female fingers
i soak up your blood in my sponge
i went to the village to cause pillage and rape b-tches in the grunge
who wants to get molested with a nine
i’ll chop off mick jagger’s lips and sow the flesh onto his spine
now i’m feelin’ the effects of the acid stamp
i’ll throw all the f-ggots in new york in a concentration camp
any b-tch i ever dated i left degraded
so pity i f-cked the b-tch after her leg was amputated
i’m gonna rip out the silicone from your b–bs
today you’re attached to tubes tomorow you’ll be little cubes
like uncle howie i sell soap for crack
i’ll take the blood out your body spit in it and put it back
i’m the necrophiliac i’ll make your brain form a calluses
i stab you in the kidney so now you’re on dialysis
i’m cookin’ bodies and blood i’m steady sturrin’
while my d-ck is in your mouth and you’re swallowin’ my f-ckin’ urine
i’m grotesque i’ll f-ck your dead body on a desk
from dried cactus i make mesc i jerk off to molest
necro murders like the brain thc denses
i’m negative extremely offensive to the senses
foul my gory words are sold for mild
i get pleasure from molesting and raping a?
in the room there’s an odor of p-ss smelling sulphur
the pungeant stench is coming from your f-ckin’ v-lv-
while i molest and suckle milk from your breast
beat pumas makin’ sure that the f-ckin’ lungs infest
when i f-ck up my b-tch on the street no one stops me
no one blames me when i’m responsible for her biopsy

[chorus b]
i got the butcher knife to take your f-ckin’ life (i get away with murder)
i got the butcher knife to kill your f-ckin’ wife
punk b-tch if you think you’re thrife
you’ll get jooxed dead when i reach for my waist and (pull a butcher knife)

[interlude]

[verse 3]
if i don’t like the way you’re glimpsin’ you’ll be destined to lie in a pool of fluid the shade of crimson
the red pulp in your stomach stops before dawn leaving your lifeless carc-ss a home for lucifer sp-wn
in a circle of burning candles urging some censoring your throat i broddle to stop any aforementioning
i eat the muscles and fats off your joints then i sacrifice your motherf-ckin’ corpse on a star with five points
i raped and sodomised yentl
i keep the skulls o’ the n-gg-rs i kill because i’m sentimental
peeping glancin’ i’m out of it like manson
when you’re f-ckin’ dead i’ll be cheerin’ like ted danson
prancin’ all over your grave i’m snickerin’
go to the house o’ the dead and foul sh-t i’m bickerin’
’cause i’m sicker than a beretta
slit your moms throat while she’s f-ckin’ me so her seizure makes her riding better
let ‘er die getting f-cked
better than to die getting bucked and then chopped up and then f-cked
and then chucked out the window for the neighborhood muts
i’m killin’ neighborhood sl-ts who happen to be muts
my vocabulary’s ‘quiped to show necro’s knowledge ’cause i f-ck the smart mouths and brains of kids i kill from college
i love to examine a woman’s mutilated salmon
locked up in the laundry room b-tches learn the meaning of famine
starvation suspended animation
frozen beneath the lake eyes flood for devil’s sake
no signs of life after being jooxed with the kitchen knife
i kill cinically so n-gg-rs are dead clinically
by jerkin’ off i got strong deadly tentacles allowin’ me to rip out your f-ckin’ right and left ventricles
i love to molest a skin double headed d-ld- up the p-ssy and -ss creates bl–dy estrogen
i’ll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertibrate i got no skin i got a f-ckin’ exoskeleton
so try to stab me and your knife will dull up ’cause necro drinks the blood from a sphynx in my skull cups
demons exist once the ovaries hatch
i got to light a fluid you’ll be burnt once i light the match
eat the sn-tch between a sh-m-l-‘s legs i stick my head in a f-ckin’ c-nt and eat a female’s eggs
necrophiliac is way more foul than mick jagger’s d-ck goin’ up geraldo’s mouth

[verse 4]
if you try to rob me you’ll be blood redford like robby
better hope like bobby i don’t shoot your -ss in the lobby
it’s my hobby to collect brain boxes i raise foxes
i’m obnoxious i stick d-ld-s up female oxen
drink my c-ck’s p-ss and eat my -sshole’s sh-t
necrophiliac is motherf-ckin’ satan like sonny st-tt
comb out every nit after the quell shampoo
i f-cked sean day’s dead corpse it was the sweetest taboo
your fetus i chew my head in your c-nt and lots o’ blood squirtin’
it’s big trouble in little v-g-n- like jack burton i mean wayne c-ck god
your pants are dirty old man
hit the f-ckin’ fan ’cause i roll long blood infested man
if you try to play the hard role like your name was rocky i’ll throw you in my dead bodies shreaded ’til your mushy like?
murder miyagi with a wax off to his cranium i’ll squirt the f-ckin’ chainsaw with the blood of michael damian
i’m evil like the god loki i eat undercover cops so i put a dumdum in?
i went to? for a? on tony?
my name is ronny i eat f-ckin’ bl–dy punani

[shout-outs]
props to dj riz he cut my beat up with his butcher knife
props to wildman steve and wbau
jodie -n-lizer got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
captain carnage got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
hustler got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
i’ll f-ckin’ bill got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
j.e.z. got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
gore too got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
reverend goretex got a f-ckin’ butcher knife
and evan engineer got a f-ckin’ butcher knife

[outro]
stick the f-ckin’ butcher knife up your -sshole man f-ckin’ foul ’cause i control domination on your b-tt
off the top o’ my brain here i’m going off the flow necrophiliac will stick a knife up the r-ct-m of your hoe
butcher cook ya spontaneous
yeah like a motherf-ckin’ n-gg-r when i p-ss in a f-ckin’ therapist’s mouth
i’m brutal necrohiliac eats flesh with noodle
off the top of the skull my knife ain’t dull

- necro lyrics

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