Necro - Nirvana Lyrics
(feat. Goretex, Ill Bill, Mr. Hyde)[Verse 1: Necro]Before ligaments and fridgesThe triple six digits religionMight sacrifice pigeon's fidgetWas created by ancient midgetsMy kamikaze croniesListening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chordsDoing quasi religious ceremoniesI see with the AlseekCurse you into paralysisDrinking blood from the chalice with Alistair CrowleyI feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt***** thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt!Skeeming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrineMy cult'll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69Introduce you to hallucogenic narcoticsBathing you with females rocking psychodelic bell bottomsFu-Manchu in effectBanging spoons like Yuri YellaThen I'll sharpen the endsAnd juks you in the neck67 stab wounds in the lubyankasAllows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers[Verse 2: Ill Bill]Javel and daggerAuthor of deathVirgins with big breastsSoldiers of morbid thoughtsNon-indulgent incestBring me the goat, manipulating woman on dopeKidnap the popeHang from the ropeAnd strapped in the throatI'll spill your blood in the name of SatanAnd capture your soulAuthor of sacrifice, you'll survive the bashing your skullThe master within the codeAuthors of mathStep in my chapel of goonsMy collection of scalpels and toolsAnd used for ritualistic and sadistic purposesCermonial deathSerpin the ancient versesBut Zeus possesses his sisterMasterbating in the monastaryShe used the crucifix to pop a cherryPerverted priest, flirt with the deceasedThe black mass is achievedShadowy figures joyfully dance with the beastHunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's feastHead of the jackal, six figure hand is complete[Verse 3: Goretex]20 hits in the womb meltGet those with the black acidKidnapping your wifeTape safe depositories in plasticCandle smashing ariolasCold as a bastardTorn from a casketHuman flesh gets scorned into ashesPray to Satan like Jimmy PageTake a stage of bloodCovered the followingBloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz glovesThe yalo drive, from up in the hillsCalifornication of pillsTriple six engraved in your *****ing gillsWe're real wifeyMade eat the whole cakeWorship a ghost statePuncture your throat with chunks of ColgateLaunching the craigAnd cutting his thoughts in the first dayThe surgeon of hateI'm licensed to keep my nurses okayUnwrapping the vagueKevorkian, but dusting the ?Hellaways pussiesThe podiumMolest your remainsI'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimsonOriginal, dillusionalGoons, we move through the system[Verse 4: Mr.Hyde]Enter the master witchdoctorEvil emperor of my chanceWill anoint the deadAnd poison headsAnd brainwash a chantI envision baptismWith satanic mechanismsEach exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisionsMy system of worshipFeatures *****es in skirtsI should purify my prettyBefore they are visciously murkedWe note the impregnated, corrupt the average slutStab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cupsHide the leader of SenchinAlong with evil henchmanPuking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansingBlood painted pentagramsEngulfed by flamesCharcoal chunks of framesWe feast on monkey brainsCalmly cutting down your spineNow we're chugging blood of wineChoke and suffocate what's wineThe *****ing suffering is divineWhile tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your armSacrificial animals get abducted from the far
