Lyrics One for the Butcher Knife - Necro , Ill Bill , Goretex feat. Sexy Sadie
One
for
the
butcher
knife,
two
for
the
glock!
(You
can't
kill
me,
cause
I'm
already
dead)
Peep
my
little
friend
his
name
is
M
one
six
I
got
the
butcher,
knife,
to
cut
your
fuckin'
heart
out
for
kicks
I'm
on
a
killing
spree,
like
a
nigga
named
Manson
Write
a
rhyme
on
your
grave
kid,
it's
where
I'll
be
dancin'
The
cha
cha,
you
try
to
flex
and
I
shot
ya
Ten
to
the
head,
and
now
you're
motherfuckin'
brain
dead
Mad
moonies
need
mad
clips
I
got
more
rubber
in
my
glock
than
artificial
hips
So
now
you're
dead
kid
Cause
you
fuckin
bled
kid
Every
time
I
shot
you
in
your
motherfuckin'
head
kid
When
you
call
my
suicidal
hotline
I'll
tell
you
to
blow
your
fuckin'
brains
out
with
a
tek-9
Blowin
off
your
lips
is
somethin
I
promote
So
light
up
an
M-80
and
shove
it
down
your
fuckin'
throat
The
rougher,
the
more
you
suffer,
I'm
the
messiah
My
rhymes
are
thicker,
than
the
afro
on
Richard
Pryer
So
fuck,
fuck
fuck
fuck
If
you
step
to
the
corpse
than
your
goin'
to
catch
a
buck
You
stupid
fuck
Check
out
the
way
to
beat
grooves
They
call
me
horny,
cause
I
fuck
anything
that
moves
My
fucked
up
rhymes
are
sure
to
offend
ya
So
I'll
drive
over
your
body
like
the
niggaz
from
toxic
avenger
Rip
out
your
brain
through
your
nose
And
when
a
girl
comes
over
I
got
a
whole
selection
of
dildos
So
die
motherfucker
die
And
don't
ask
me
why
punks
get
bruised
up
like
Soleil
Moonfry
I
rock
a
house
party
like
Molile
And
I
fucked
a
dead
corpse
to
techno,
cause
I'm
a
necrophile
So
if
you're
warm
ca-ca,
get
with
this
If
not
i'll
bust
out
my
dick,
and
piss
in
your
esophagus
I
drank
a
blood
donor's
deposit
Now
Moony's
out
like
a
fagget
that
just
came
out
of
the
fuckin'
closet
One
for
the
butcher
knife,
two
for
the
glock!
(You
can't
kill
me,
cause
I'm
already
dead)
Check
one,
two,
I
got
clout
like
a
mortician
I
got
more
fresh
body
parts
than
Dama's
kitchen
A
lime
to
a
lemon,
a
lemon
to
a
lime
I
rock
a
dead
nigga
skin
every
time
I
drop
my
rhyme
The
storm
troopers
in
death
gear,
that's
how
it
flows
No
one
knows,
I
want
your
money
and
your
clothes
I
stink
like
sex,
I
rob
bitches
welfare
checks
And
I
rob
more
cribs
than
Malcolm
X
Yes
it's
the
butcher
with
more
Dick
than
Clark
I
love
to
bash
bitches
on
the
head
in
central
park
Position,
sicko,
infamous
junkie
A
tek-9
connected
to
my
spine
shows
I'm
funky
The
fridge
is
filled
with
fresh
killed
body
parts
The
niggaz
who
dissed
me,
the
bitches
who
broke
my
heart
Now
I'm
mista
murder
The
dildo
inserter
Baptized
in
blood
I'm
the
celebate
converter
Ain't
misbehaven
Sick
like
Wes
Craven
I'll
open
your
mom's
legs,
vagina's
unshaven
Bitin'
the
heads
off
gocks
like
Ozzy
Osborne
Dead
celebrities,
with
the
Children
of
the
Corn
The
butcher
block
glock
rock
scream
until
you
die
Goretex
put
me
in
the
chair
till
I
fry
One
for
the
butcher
knife,
two
for
the
glock!
(You
can't
kill
me,
cause
I'm
already
dead)
The
official
distorted
body
parts
chop-a-chops
your
body
Piece
by
mothafuckin'
piece
Then
I
study
the
anatomical
breakdown
of
the
human
physique
The
blood
suckin
freaks
speaks
then
you
drop
the
sea
Need
I
say
more?
Maybe
I
do
these
days
I
be
grabbin
up
my
glock
whenever
me
and
my
crew
Step
into
a
nigga
pullin'
the
trigger
in
this
area
Territories
all
occupied
by
hysteria
And
it
gets
scarier
by
the
minute
Cause
I
got
niggaz
screamin'
just
like
a
bitch
at
the
abortion
clinic
Damned
if
I
do,
damned
if
I
don't
I'll
fuck
a
pregnant
bitch
up
her
ass
after
I
slit
her
throat
And
throw
her
body
off
of
the
roof
top
Chop
chop,
then
drop
pieces,
dead
celebrities
releases
The
mostess
grossest,
sicker
than
multiple
cirrhoses
Mumbo
jumbo,
even
your
brain's
hopeless
Cause
there's
no
hope
when
the
camouflage
is
comin'
at
ya
to
get
ya
Food
faced
mask
and
two
boots,
the
fracture
Your
fucking
face
takes
my
size
twelve
Mr.
Ill
Bill
is
coming
straight
from
hell
To
fuck
up
a
felon
no
turning
back,
my
gat
crack
With
hollow
tips
my
tek
rips
then
flips
my
stack,
a
fuckin
rap
After
the
blood
spoke
I
smoke
another
After
I
step
up
your
pops
I
fuck
your
mother
Yeah,
I'll
hit
the
fuckin'
puss
with
my
penis
More
fractured
a
chump
drop
adidas
when
my
meat
hits
Between,
butt
cheeks,
titties,
and
cock
lips
My
cock
sticks
gross
After
my
jizm
jumps
that's
all
she
wrote
Cause
I'm
fuckin
detected
from
the
puss
to
my
rectum
Eye
sockets
to
ear
drums
a
deviated
septum
Pull
out
the
glock
shoot
the
bitch
with
my
glock
Collect
my
props,
then
Bill's
out
like
acid
rock
One
for
the
butcher
knife,
two
for
the
glock!
(You
can't
kill
me,
cause
I'm
already
dead
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1 My Sweet Dreams
2 Blunt on the Topic of the Stunt
3 One for the Butcher Knife
4 Robbery
5 Garbage Bags
6 Destined to Die
7 Sex With Female Rednecks
8 Butcher Knife
9 WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle
10 WSOU Seton Hall 89.5 Live Freestyle
11 WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Live Freestyle
12 Raped Infants
13 WBCR Brooklyn College Live Freestyle
14 The Most Sadistic (remix)
15 Eat Shit and Die
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