Frank Zito - Necro, Ill Bill

I’ve conducted extensive research

Now every verse is corrupted, offensive to the church

Destructive demented words

You’ve been instructed by sentences in each word

Featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first

My brutal arm is running through your mind

Stabbing up the cerebrum down to the spine, cut up the region

My personality represents the worst reality

Ever since a kid I rocked the reverse mentality

I give no apologies for my biology

Don’t follow me, you’re not qualified to have my qualities

You’re disqualified, you get no equality

Senseless homicide equals Necro psychology

I’m the leading authority in subjects

Like beatings that leave you bleeding orally

A part of me is obsessed

A major label would’ve been the end of me

I was meant to be an independently-run entity

I’ve got the illest mind, it’s corroded like Phyllis Diller’s spine

Like thirty-eight serial killers combined

It takes one individual act

To stop you from kicking a pitiful rap, it’s a miserable fact

You’ll get visibly hacked into shreds and left for dead

Gushing from your head with a pair of scissors attached

It’s wizardry the way you disappear from the Earth physically

Covered up exquisitely

Smothered up with pillows militantly

You see, you dying as quiet as it can be is the key

I obtained a sick brain

From the streets of Brooklyn with a need to inflict pain

I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz

You can’t interpret this

Murderous, stab you in the face, perfect fit

Slice precise like a surgeon’s wrist

Another verse that slips into the grips of the perverse and sick

There’s nothing worse than this

There’s nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss

And feces like GG Allin with German chicks

Imagine a minute before a person flips

A minute they be strangled with the blue face the purple lips

Leaving you lying on the cold floor, mouth open

Found you bloated a week later reeking of foul odor

Fuck the fake scriptures

We sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of Satan and take pictures

My laboratory table’s bottle nosed

It’s already too late if you’ve just noticed that you’ve been followed home

Look into my eyes, hollow holes

ILL Bill, cold-blooded demon from hell without a soul

I’m responsible for managing the impossible

If you listen to Uncle Howie and Psycho+Logical

Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, gonna cost a fool

We’re the reason doctors report at the hospital