BACK 4M THE DE4D lyrics

[Intro]
Necrosociety, the best terrorists ever
Hello, you don't know me, but I know you, I wanna play a game
(Why is your-)

[Verse 1: GOREJIT]
b*tch on my di*k when you talkin’ on Discord
f*ckboy think he sound like me, he whisper and distort
He sound like a faggot, talkin' 'bout me everyday and I [?]
I just love Xanax, be-be-being better than the feds
Yeah, love my fans- the Taliban
I’m ignoring all my haters without a job, running up the scams
De-De-Desert Eagle in my hands, witches on me, I'm the f*ckin' wicker man

[Verse 2: NEEDLEGUTS]
Snort until my nostrils bleed, my nose is runny
b*tch, I'm wrappin' up his body, turn that fag into a mummy
Mix the heroin with meth, shoutout eb00b, I feel sick
I can't hear sh*t, take my di*k out your mouth and try to speak
See you in the parking lot, whip the machete out my jacket
If I catch that faggot, I'ma stab him, stab him, stab him, stab him
I ran outta body parts, gotta get back to digging caskets
Leave 'em in the basement rotting, covered all in f*ckin’ maggots
Point it to your head, blow your brain to bits
Taking out your organs, count them all, I need a list
Necro pullin’ up b*tch, if we catch you you get crucifixed
b*tch, stop biting us, go and slit your f*ckin' wrist
[Verse 3: HXLX]
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha- (Let’s do this)
Hang your body on the ceiling just like BTK
I been lurking in the night, I been lurking in the day
Keep a strap by my side, and I keep a f*cking K
I-I be catchin' bodies state to f*cking state
Ri-Ri-Rip your body apart, 'cause I wanna play with it
And I wanna keep you with me for the eternity
When I told the feds what I did, they started vomiting
Only thing I did was strangling

[Verse 4: tsaruicide]
Bullets through the window, I gotta hit the floor, or-or
Bullets through the window, I gotta hit the floor, or-or-or
Bullets through the window, I gotta hit the floor
Gun squad up at your motherf*ckin' door
If there’s some altercation, I'ma have some bullets in your f*ckin' face
Ar-Armored vehicle-cle, windows tented, b*tch, yeah, b*tch, yeah, okay
If there's some altercation, I'ma have some bullets in your f*ckin'-

[Verse 5: KILLRIDDLE]
I-I-I'm goin' for kills, I'm not going for assists
Mutilate his body, film it, that's gon' make me rich
Nobody gonna stop me, they just talkin' all this sh*t
[?] Mr. Jeffrey, I'll still put you in my fridge
[?] for a five too
I-I'ma drag you down and I'ma terrify you too
With my f*ckin' cleaver, can you run up? Ba-boom
Why you always talkin' sh*t? Nobody even likes you
[Verse 6: Frosttt]
(Let's do this)
Yeah, TU-22, who the f*ck is you?
I'm a f*ckin' zombie wit' an AR-15
Triple-blade in my hand, feel like Wolverine
20-Round, 9 millimeter, call it pathogene
Yeah, I don't f*ckin' care, I just pull up with that K
Acting like you famous n*gga, no one knows your name-na-na-
Hiding in the bushes, resurrected from my grave
Yeah, I just f*ckin' kill, I have nobody to save
Yeah, .50 AE Desert, if you want that
SPAS-12 paired Intervention yeah, I hit that Skree-Nac
Yeah, .50 AE Desert, if you want that
SPAS-12 paired Intervention yeah, I hit that Skree-Nac