| Song | Sorcerer of Death's Construction |
| Artist | Necro |
| Album | Die! |
| I’ll bloody up a Hard Rock, shut up and box, I’ll cut you with an ox | |
| Then I’ll fix your face with the skin from your buttocks | |
| Amazing with a razor craving to puncture | |
| More depraving than Wes Craven | |
| Braver behaviour than Kraven the Hunter | |
| You’re lifeless, I’ll show you what trife is if you front | |
| Molest your wife with a rifle then shove a knife in her cunt | |
| Introduce pigs like Riggs to disfigurement | |
| Malignant, my pit chews your ligament like Wrigley Spearmint | |
| Put a hole in your neck, I’m Die Hard, stab you with an iron rod | |
| I am God, lion heart, show respect | |
| Kid, don’t let your pride affect the way you conversate with me | |
| Fucking with me a side effect is surgery, tracheotomy | |
| Jabberjaw, we’ll sniff you out like a Labrador | |
| Jab your jaw, stabbed like a crab claw abracadabra gore | |
| Terrify you like Sheriff Hoyt, a creep like Jon Voight in Heat | |
| Dead in the street, cops can’t verify you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Chaos (Evil minds that plot destruction) | |
| Power | |
| Violence (Sorcerers of death’s construction) | |
| Fury | |
| You live (Evil minds that plot destruction) | |
| You die | |
| And death (Sorcerers of death’s construction) | |
| What ? | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You’re a disgust to me, you got busted and requested protective custody | |
| Scared to get tested, it’s a must you bleed | |
| Have a TV break over your head, give you a Tom Savini makeover | |
| You’ll wake up dead when the meat cleaver takes over | |
| Like Manolo with the barrel, a chrome arrow makes a narrow hole through your Polo apparel into bone marrow | |
| ? clapped, you’re handicapped like Brandi kid | |
| You tapped out, you rock a fannypack, fuck you up like Manny Pac | |
| You got the shingles like old ladies at bingo | |
| With dingleberries in their bunghole, you’re wholesome like ? | |
| Death is a trife conondrum, cut you in half with a knife | |
| I laugh while you plunge into the afterlife dungeon | |
| Beat you mercilessly purposely for no purpose | |
| The perp is high on ? I’ll cut you with sharp scissors nervously | |
| ? like ? poopers stick a nail in a droopy female groupie’s anal poopy trail | |
| Dead you like Soupy Sales | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Evil minds that plot destruction | |
| Sorcerers of death’s construction |
| I' ll bloody up a Hard Rock, shut up and box, I' ll cut you with an ox | |
| Then I' ll fix your face with the skin from your buttocks | |
| Amazing with a razor craving to puncture | |
| More depraving than Wes Craven | |
| Braver behaviour than Kraven the Hunter | |
| You' re lifeless, I' ll show you what trife is if you front | |
| Molest your wife with a rifle then shove a knife in her cunt | |
| Introduce pigs like Riggs to disfigurement | |
| Malignant, my pit chews your ligament like Wrigley Spearmint | |
| Put a hole in your neck, I' m Die Hard, stab you with an iron rod | |
| I am God, lion heart, show respect | |
| Kid, don' t let your pride affect the way you conversate with me | |
| Fucking with me a side effect is surgery, tracheotomy | |
| Jabberjaw, we' ll sniff you out like a Labrador | |
| Jab your jaw, stabbed like a crab claw abracadabra gore | |
| Terrify you like Sheriff Hoyt, a creep like Jon Voight in Heat | |
| Dead in the street, cops can' t verify you | |
| Chorus | |
| Chaos Evil minds that plot destruction | |
| Power | |
| Violence Sorcerers of death' s construction | |
| Fury | |
| You live Evil minds that plot destruction | |
| You die | |
| And death Sorcerers of death' s construction | |
| What nbsp? | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You' re a disgust to me, you got busted and requested protective custody | |
| Scared to get tested, it' s a must you bleed | |
| Have a TV break over your head, give you a Tom Savini makeover | |
| You' ll wake up dead when the meat cleaver takes over | |
| Like Manolo with the barrel, a chrome arrow makes a narrow hole through your Polo apparel into bone marrow | |
| ? clapped, you' re handicapped like Brandi kid | |
| You tapped out, you rock a fannypack, fuck you up like Manny Pac | |
| You got the shingles like old ladies at bingo | |
| With dingleberries in their bunghole, you' re wholesome like nbsp? | |
| Death is a trife conondrum, cut you in half with a knife | |
| I laugh while you plunge into the afterlife dungeon | |
| Beat you mercilessly purposely for no purpose | |
| The perp is high on nbsp? I' ll cut you with sharp scissors nervously | |
| ? like nbsp? poopers stick a nail in a droopy female groupie' s anal poopy trail | |
| Dead you like Soupy Sales | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Evil minds that plot destruction | |
| Sorcerers of death' s construction |