I Need Drugs
Album - 7 novembre 2000 - Debaser id 84425

[Verse 1]
Ahhhhhh, it's necro!
Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
I'm awful, often unlawful
Crack you with a softball in your skull
Until you've lost all memory, every morsel
Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street
While you duplicate the beat (BITER!)
Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
I've got a gun to pull
And I'm comfortable
Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld
With bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels
A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
And that's that, you bullshit artists
You can catch an ass cap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh
Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap
Like hookers from Budapest

Chorus:
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're so dead
And that's what I said
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
Dead
You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead
(So dead) that's what I said

[Verse 2]
Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs
My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab
Or a crack drag or a Black Flag
Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide
You and I collide member suit and ties arrive
Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated
Then some other motherfucker levitated
Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated
Decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos
Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is to kill you
Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
And under the path of disaster of a mastermind designed to blast a nine
Fuck these bitches, love the cash and crime
And we all sick, quick to torture you,
Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat
Like you sniffed a pound of coke, you start to choke

Chorus

";Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knees for you, if you....";
(repeat 5X)

[Necro]
Motherfucker you know the deal, I'ma rap on this porn shit
So yo! Suck it

I lounge gettin blown by PJ sparks at key west
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your looking for the last piece of crack
Filthy like Al Louis, jerking off at seventy
Or senerity, swallowing my twenty inches of obscenity
I'm paying a good buck
So slut, you better fuck as good as you look and suck as good as you fuck
When it comes to this porn shit you know who the master is
Bitch I'll leave Necro tagged on your ass with jizz
Sex in the ninteys without a rubber? Yo! thats dead
I like skinny bitches but Debbie Diamond looks like a crackhead
Porn is infested with obscene woman ???? the real word of bom'
Im a psycho she male version of Gene Simmons
I'll fuck you in your shitter
Through your panties, you be making mad noises
Dressed up fancy smancie, screaming out like a banshee
inside a basement somewhere close to Delancie
Where the corner is infested with hookers that look like Brandy
When it comes to this porn shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you fucking do for me

[Dion]
**";Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knee's for you, if you....";
*Scratching* ";Get on your knees";
*Scratching* ";Get On Your Knees";** (repeat 4X)
";Begin to Blow";

[Necro]
I'ma hit you with shots of cum
Kelly LeBrock didnt know how to suck cock
but teaching her was lots of fun
Protein eruptions filmed on porno productions
Abductions of sluts that dont know how to suck dick, here's instructions
Put your head down between my legs
and learn the craft, of how to lick and suck
First the head then my entire shaft
I have diplomacy in sodomising Ona Zee
Im know to be, quick to fuck madams like Buck Adams
Juggle my lizard tounge in your snatch
Lickin Lana Sams tits be like
licking a cutting board with two points attached
Believe me I've tried it often
My schlong almost put Nina Heartly up in a coffin
My cock aint never soft
It stays solid twenty for seven bom'
Ever since I fucked Medusa clit that snake pit turned my shit to stone
Riz Tony ebony needs twat, be rauncy
Put a biscuit to Ginger Limbs head and forced back in the porn, G
Traci Lords dont think you're excused, from geting further abused
cause your torpedo shaped tits be jewels
You can't handle it, why is your slut bugging?
Don't she know shes in for intense fucking
sucking and butt plugging
When it comes to this porn shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you fucking do for me

[Dion]
";Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knee's for you, if you....";
(repeat 4X)
*Scratching* ";Get on your knees";
*Scratching* ";Get On Your Knees"; (repeat 4X)

Yeah yo
All you bitch ass niggas
Shady mothafuckers

[Chorus]
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
I'm sick of you
*scratching*

[Verse 1]
I'm sick of you I need robitusin, don't make me start bustin'
You so depressed, you can't let me enjoy your minute
You make me sick, like I ate food with poison in it
You played out, you're too repetitive
Give me a sedative before my brain gets negative
and I get the fever for the flavour of a ?_shankin'_?
Right in the throat G, 'cause on your bullshit I've O'd
I've had it! You lying in the habit like a teenager in tablets
Lighting carrots and rabbits, automatics and religious fanatics

[Chorus]
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
fucking bitch
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
Pass me the ?_excedury_? before I bash your fuckin' head in

[Verse 2]
I ain't feelin' you, the only thing I'm feels is an allergic reaction
Pass the medication, you got me sick like a patient
Digesting your ?_reconversation_?
Shut the fuck up 'cause I'm not patient
But I'm mental, you might catch laceration
Wanna be hard rock, STOP
Play at your age, I'm sick from you pussy
?_Like I fucked all y'all at age_?
My stomach feeling obscure, the only cure is a knife ending your dick
Suck and enjoy it, stop you from rapping 'cause your style's poor

[Chorus]
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
Pass me an advil before I make you travel below some gravel

[Verse 3]
I get nauseated, from a ?_d-day with a wack pay lift_?,
And crushin' six hours of lookin' at his dick can ?_balift_?
Criminal porters like a virus clinic, 'cause I'm sick
Once I'm in it, the disease called annoying grows each minute
Go get your own style, you ain't sick enough
Yo I got a headache son, 'cause you suckin' my dick to much
And that's the only way shit like you will grow up
My acid lunch, eat you up, you make you wanna throw up

[Chorus]
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
I'm sick of you
*scratching*
Hand me a butt from before you fuckin' snuff it

Bitch! I'm fucking sick of you!
Fucking bitch ass motherfuckers, shady sluts!
WHAT!

[Verse One: Necro]
Cockroaches
Billions greeting, roaming around since Genesis
Coming out through the crevices
Infested, walls filled with termites
Busting through drool, looking for food
Coming out when there's no light!
They're small, but they make, humans nervous
You'll do a spastic jerk, if you spot one crawling on your epidermis
If you squeamish, you're save provided,
When you sleep you keep your mouth closed, cause yo they might crawl up inside
it
Uninvited, from out the Earth's core
Bugs are the only species that will probably survive a nuclear war
And as you snore, they like to run to your door
Then explore, you won't notice when they're on your upside down floor
Schemin', he sees food it causes poison
but some ain't smart enough to eraid the exterminator's poison
So the pest takes it back to his nest
contacting with another infected begins to infect the rest
A lot die, but it's only a small fraction - we can't catch 'em
because there's always new eggs hatchin'

[Chorus One:]
COCKROACHES!
*Cut and scratched by the DJ*
Cockroach (3X)

[Verse Two: Necro]
Cockroaches, many perceive as evil
But if you're from The Projects, them niggas are like people!
They sleep with you, eat with you, listen to beats with you
Thousands hiding in your couch form armies to reproduce
They conceive they're crew, roaches got there own army
generals, colonels, lieutenant, invading tenants
Your crib becomes a big roach motel, for all sorts of bugs
Poor homes for that can't afford ?? free cockroach ?drugs?
From out the cupboard, crawling into crisis
I got baby roaches inside my food cartons camouflaged as spices
Once by accident, I ate 'em with my rice kid
Cause, when you're hungry you don't think twice kid
Yo there ain't a person on earth that never ate an insect,
Cause every food warehouse in the US they infect
I used to give roaches funeral pyres, wrap 'em up -
in toilet paper, still alive and light em on fire!
So watch out, they'll come to get you, they're malicious
No crew parties, up in your sink, swimming up to your dishes

[Chorus Two]
*Cut and scratched by the DJ*
Cockroach (2X)


*Whispered in the background*
Cockroaches...
Cockroaches...
Cockroaches...
Cockroaches...