necro's origanal song
When I come home from work
I'm fiendin' for an eight-ball
I got crack on my mind
I'm hearing cocaine call

[Intro:]
My life depends upon my gun and my gun spells hope in the land where the rope and the Colt are king*
[Verse 1:]
My deluxe bullets lift you fucks up like a pull-up
Carve you with a Phillip schmuck, Gemstar your grill up

Yo its necro the sexorcist, the porn king, show me your breasteses, im the best there is the foul shit, bounce with me, degrading, depraving, debouchery, your naked on the couch with me. Bitch getting fucked in your ass thru your fishnets. cutting queefs, your bound to eat shit next. A tit fest, I'm fucking dumb blondes til my dick is numb hoe lick the scum sticking a gun in your cunt for fun. Fakin making believe Im raping you choking you makes you cum. Its edge play, be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed. Not my intentions. You'll lick prick til your lips rip the hips split in your cryptic. Explicit, sadistic, innuendos sluts in the windows bimbos dipped in timbos. Short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo, glitter panties sexy belt had to have you. Ridiculous pussy lips I predicted you be addicted to my dick once you lick it. Bent you over backwards upside down reverse is more perverse fucked on the floor first. To a raw verse rippin your clothes off blow my nose off on your hair then I doze off.
(Chorus x2)
What's Your name (Whats Your Name)(The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?)(Necro)
Be real, is He Rich Like me?