The parole board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men
Who are laying up on the dollar bill
Take that poison and and and die in that cell
Or say you're full of shit and we'll let you go
You know
So the parole board wants me to go in
And count down to their reality and say that
Their reality is the real reality and
My reality is really this stupid dumb reality
Cut through you're flesh
With sharp knives
Blast you to death
Laugh in you're face I'm as trife
As it gets
When I said it leave you to pass
Like archives
Forget it you better walk that stat
When the berretta sparks click clack
Get back
More pieces of you're grill
Will be shot off kid I keep it ill
Death rap mastery
In crib bumping
Battery thumping
With anyone that has it in for me
Dump a clip O' dum dums in a dummy
Then dump him in the dumpster
I talk so much crazy shit
There's a chance
You just might not believe me until I punch you
In you're f**king face kid
Face it
I'ma have to demonstrate shit
Some demented hate shit
Then some young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it
The cycle O' psychos never ends
Malevolence
Continues
Through venues
Ever since I got banned from knitting factory on wetlands
Hustle like a sicko
'Cause I got money coming to me
There's enough of it out there for Necro to snatch 50 Mill
I won't stop 'til I have it
'Cause I'm ambitious
And maliciously vicious
Enough to kill
Anyone in my way better move
We came from nothing
And now our foundation is strong
I will rep my own shit
F**k what you do
You can't do what I do
Gores of original so it's on
Jabbing you
Or stabbing you up
Pick one
Grabbing you up
Quick son
Snuffed up
Bucked up
You a f**king victim
Necro be the representative of Brooklyn New York that's where I live
Gats to your rib
Robbin you blindly
Find me
Back in the crib
Chilling iller with a b***h
That's willing and able to strip
On the table for a villain with a goal
I'm making a million before 30 years old
I keep shit real when I step
If my reputation's at stake
No hesitation
When I break faces
Whipping out
Razors
Flipping out
Logical psycho Necro
Astronomical sicko
The last of a dying breed
I'm the master
Of sick bastards
I'm indeed
Pump this loud 'til you're eardrums burst
My verse
Comforts you like a tech during beef when ten cats step
And they get mirked
Hustle like a sicko
'Cause I got money coming to me
There's enough of it out there for Necro to snatch 50 Mill
I won't stop 'til I have it
'Cause I'm ambitious
And maliciously vicious
Enough to kill
Anyone in my way better move
We came from nothing
And now our foundation is strong
I will rep my own shit
F**k what you do
You can't do what I do
Gores of original so it's on
