Your f*ckin’ Head Split lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, this the sh*t right here
Yo this make me wanna kill somebody
Turn this sh*t up real f*cking loud

[Verse 1: Necro]
Drinking the bile out ya pancreas, the fanciest
Cancerous talking lyricist pack a shank on the hips
You're a skanky b*tch, slit your wrist, clitoris
If you're inhibited I'll p*ss in your syphilis incubus
Mr. Death, Dr. Demise, Surgeon Slice
You'll die really slow if you don't appreciate life
You're wack if you don't appreciate knives
The way a knife slices precise the trife it's a demonic device
The chronic you light inhale for those in jail
To those that beef get impaled and buried in snails
My brains charred like burnt flesh and scarred
Ripping ya breast apart digest our heart
Die!

[Hook]
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Don't you know my sh*t's too sick
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Might get your whole f*ckin' head split
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Don't you know my sh*t's too sick
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Might get your whole f*ckin' head split
[Verse 2: Necro]
Terrorize your whole clit, make you suck on ya own tits
And spit the cancer out grab a Glock, call me Sir Manson-a-Lot
Blow ya brains on the seats, varicose veins on the streets
Cocaine dust and weed, kill you slowly it's a must you bleed
Pop a vein in your skull from the stress, feeling numb in ya chest
Anxiety attack, murder you with a variety
An axe, a MAC, a blackjack, or bat crack
Right upside your f*cking head, for talking sh*t about this kid
You bled sadistic and read my biscuit pumps lead
c*ck it obnoxious get chopped up in boxes
I'm toxic my topics are Gothic
Morbidity you can't get rid of me
The reason this humidity is sh*t to me
So kill yourself and write a note
Right before the noose wraps tight around ya throat
Your windpipe is choked
New York is full of transvestites in coats
Helpless wenches controlled and sacrificing goats
It’s death, 42nd Street derelicts
Repping it, selling sh*t malevolent
Mad felons kid, I got three in the fam
Me and my man will beat you with hands
Leave you beneath the sand
You sinking, quickly, I'm thinking, I'm sickly
I need medication the cadavers are getting stinky
[Hook]
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Don't you know my sh*t's too sick
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Might get your whole f*ckin' head split
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Don't you know my sh*t's too sick
Kid you know you can't f*ck with this
Might get your whole f*ckin' head split