lyrics:

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

[Verse 1: GOREJIT]
Bitch on my dick when you talkin' on Discord
Fuckboy think he sound like me, he whisper and distort
He sound like a faggot, talkin' about me and the gang
I just love Xanax, being better than my fans

Yeah, love my fans- the Taliban
I'm ignoring all my haters without [?] running up scams
De-De-Desert Eagle in my hands, witches on me, I'm the fuckin' wicker man

[Verse 2: NEEDLEGUTS]
Snort until my nostrils bleed, my nose is runny
Bitch 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 shit take my dick out your mouth and try to speak

See you in the parkin lot whip the machete out my jacket
If I catch that faggot Imma 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 fucking 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 bitch, if we catch you you get crucifixed
Bitch stop biting us, go and slit your wrist

[Verse 3: HXLX]
(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 fucking K
[?]

Rip your body apart, cuz I wanna play with it
And I wanna keep you with me for 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 motherfuckin door

If there's some altercation I'ma have some bullets in your fuckin' face
Armored vehicle, windows tented, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah, okay
If there's some altercation I'ma have some bullets in your fuckin'-

[Verse 5: KILLRIDDLE]
I-I go with the kills, I'm not going for assists
[?]
Nobody gonna stop me, they just talkin' all this shit
[?] put you in my fridge
[?] too
Imma drag you down and I'm a terrifier too
Put my fuckin' cleaver, can you run up [?]
[?] nobody even likes you

[Verse 6: Frosttt]
Yeah, TU-22, who the fuck is you?
I'm a fuckin zombie wit' an AR-15
Triple-blade in my hand, feel like Wolverine
20-Round 9 millimeter, call it pathogene

Yeah, I don't fuckin' care, I just pull up with that K
Acting like you famous nigga no one knows your name
Hiding in the bushes, resurrected from my grave
Yeah, I just fuckin' 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

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