Riz Mixtape Freestyle '97 - Necro

Peep the sermon of vermin

Big evil shout to DJ Riz, Non Phixion, east New York goons

And for all you comatose motherfuckers — take some krill

And revive or fall.

this shit

For us stayin' ripped’s a must on hits of dust

Swappin' spit with stunts, life revolves around tits and cunts

After a joint or two I’ll be peepin' you through point of view

Slut, I’d like you to meet someone special;

Introduce my groin to you

When you wake up at night hearin' foot steps in ya head

It’ll be me comin' to whack you or Sammy Davis back from the dead

These streets are sick, filled with villain shenanigans

That rock wigs and fuck mannequins that look like Laura Branigan

Reverend Manson, I’mma burn with ya

Cause I can’t be holy when Jesus

Looks like a homeless nigga being tortured on furniture

Sick like an organ lick

Compliment the hate demented scene where some gets

Their organs chopped off quick

I’m two hits, I’m Styx — for your own funeral you’re tardy

When the knifes rammed in ya back you’ll be

Shocked like a surprise party

Kill you like cancer sticks

Turn your chest into a clock and leave your tits

Swinging bloody, left to right like a dancer’s hips

You’re not my equal, dick — the projects made my people sick

Pimpin' a '76 Ford LTD, bumpin' some evil shit

«Who the fuck is the euro-felon, son?»

To me you’re just gelatin titties hangin' from skeleton

Necro’s the way to go, every dirt-bag, slut and player know

Cause I keeps it brutal like the pit up inside a Slayer show

Kill ya self, why wait?

South of Heaven — migrate

Gettin' sucked off’s my fate, nine outta ten people I hate

There ain’t much that could make me barf, kid

After livin' seven years in the Glenwood project

Roach-infested apartment

Genuine sicko, gore imperial

By the time this message reaches you

Millions of rappers will be corpse material

Peep the murder story, me introducing ya circulatory to purgatory

You shall be my slut forever curled

In the corners of my netherworld;

my dressed up in leather girl

Cock back the hammer-on

Brooklyn’s an amazon where niggas like Dapper Don

In a coffin headed forever Abaddon

Had to make me grab the burner, take two pulls, then mug

Now ya full of slugs, full of drugs, pull the plug

Can’t insult the cult and not expect a snuff bullet or stab

Voodoo curse put on your life, inflicting disease in your flab

Pull out on me — I’ll yank that shit from you and pistol whip you

Violence always on a nigga mind when Mephisto is in you

Marijuana shall be the end of me

I’m practicin' balance walkin' on the castrated testicles

Of my enemies

Fuck the constitution!

It ain’t about shit

Stuck in court with no justice, while

The judge rocks a grim reapers outfit

Legal AIDS, the name fits 'em: these fucks are like legal diseases

That do nothin' for you but hurt you in the system

I received order of protection forms, the courts insist on 'em

Them shits are yellow, but they’ll be yellow regardless

After I piss on them

But fuck that piranha known as your Honor

It’d be my honor to dead him like Kurt Cobain from Nirvana

Props to Yussie Rizo and all my loyal mental patients

Try some pudding and vodka and Phenobarbital

I hear it’s good