[Verse 1]   Ahhhhhh, necro!   Yo, the most morbid overdose off it   Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin   I'm awful, often unlawful   Crack you with a softball in your skull   Until you've lost all your memory, every morsel   Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street   While you duplicate, repeat   Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat   I've got a gun to pull    And I'm comfortable    Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull   Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld   Where bigger hoes than you didn't come to your girl   Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels    A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls   And that's that, you bullshit artists    Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack   Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh    Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap    Like hookers from Budapest      Chorus:   You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead   Dead   You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead   And that's what I said   You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead            Dead   You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead   (So dead) that's what I said      [Verse 2]   Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs   My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab   Or a crack drag or Black Flag   Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide    You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive   Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated   Then some other motherfucker levitated   Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated   Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated   Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos   Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes   It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to kill you   Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine   And under the path of disaster of a bastard by design the blast and I    Fuck these bitches, love the cash and cry   And we all sick, quick to torture you,   Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat   Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you're startin to choke      Chorus