Circle Of Tyrants Freestyle 1

(专辑： Street Villains, Vol. 2 - 2005)

[Necro:]
Necro's up in here
Brooklyn in effect, jux you in the neck
Disrespect the clique we'll step to you, mush you, put you in check
We stay evil, I don't play with people
Don't sleep on me cause I made it legal
Whip the Desert Eagle out come see me kill
Whenever, whatever you want kid;
Step up, head up, dead up ya butt
Thirty year old men turn into sluts when they get snuffed
You jock the custom Necro chain
You sit in disgust in ya crib cause you can't hustle like the best
Death Rap entrepreneur pushing the violence
On CD's, like krills from Millz it's only about what I think
Fuck approval seekin, dead body disposal removal creeping
Ya vanish, missing they can't even find you on Google
Hold the bronze kronze Ruger like Hans Gruber
Ripping through flesh like a cougar, attacking like ex-cons couped up
Peep the rugged cause you love it
Sick sadistic, sadomasochistic skitzo flips it intricately
Infinitely ripped it

[ILL Bill:]
ILL Bill bag females ILL-Town to Illinois
Ya'll faggots bag trannies from the back of the Village Boys
I'm calling you out, put the .44 in ya mouth
Pull the trigger and splatter your brains on the walls of your house
I'm empty inside, don't know what remorse is about
I roll thick like strippers at shopping malls in the south
Hit the studio with a eight-ball and an ounce
Chop up lines, record eight songs and I'm out
So flavorful, fuck up ya face give you a razorful
Your life and a pile of shits' interchangeable
We top-shelf; won't stop 'til we paid in full
I Reign In Blood, my destruction is unobtainable
We morbid thieves in Jordan 3's, we attack you like swarming bees
We all creeps
I flip drugs and pimp sluts and spit dust
And distrust anybody that isn't us
What!?!

[Mr. Hyde:]
Enter the sickly hip hop vic with the slick stee
Rolling thick and gripping pistols click, kid you're history
Hyde: the field general of axe-wielding sentinels
Ventricles pumped with poison, you need Benadryl
Ain't nobody rocking me, I'm bopping with the Glock on me
Boxing me and winning; your chances are slim like lottery
Behave yourself coming at me sideways
Better rephrase yourself, or be left dead in ya driveway
The cops can't can us so we kill and take advantage
The equivalence to my trigger finger is magnani (mou) s
Yo, I'll snuff you more than once
And open cuts up just like cunts
Son, our punches come in bunches, crunch
And make ya lose your lunch
I be the brass knuckle-wearing, bad box you up like Tetris
Right cross or left, bitch both hands are ambidextrous
Your death is on my checklist, your respiratory's breathless
Exorcist specialist with natives that are restless

[Outro:]
Circle of tyrants album, dropping this summer
Necro! ILL Bill, Goretex and Hyde!