Sex with Female Rednecks ’94

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[Necro Verse 1] I have sex with female rednecks I love demise Mortality, Youthanasia, and Necrosis I'm vile I'm loyal to Belial They'll be loving Hades know Necrophiliac's style Mischief maker Possesses me to evil principles Supreme spirit of evil The Dungeons and Dragons range is evil I'm the fuckin' fallen angel The trickster Sicker than a disease Smellier than shit and fleas Hellbound Pitbull fall in a pit full of rocks The Necrophiliac's value shocks Diablos, Abbadon, Methadone Lucifer on fire Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jesus' crucifier Mr. Satanic Force, the deuce I got the fuckin' noose, I'm sick Motherfuckers call me Old Nick I'll be there laughing when my enemy slips Necrophiliac dead like the nerves on Mary Joe's lips Let me pass the mic to ILL BILL [ILL BILL Verse 1] Nigga, wanna grab the photos? I'm takin' pornographic photos, my types of mottos Gettin' busy with dick and pussies into stitches Stabbin', stickin', super maternal barrel shotties Catchin' more bodies than the mothafuckin' Gottis! Listen up, don't interrupt when I lever skirts squirt You get yo' fuckin' ass hurt when I converts Exert pressure, I'm under pressure with the flamethrower Chop you up into little pieces with the trunk blower Flower, sicker you never heard an iller nigga than BILL I make your mothafuckin' blood spill All over the place then, spit in your face and Annihilate the whole fuckin', human race Crazy rugged, buggin', flippin', sick and disgusting Mothafuckin' Glocks I be bustin'! Off the fuckin' top, I flip the Hip-Hop Let my, mothafuckin' Glock go pop Drop a body off the roof, there's no fuckin' proof Then I walk away with credit cards and fuckin' loot! That's how I'm livin', that's how I'm goin' Stick a butcher knife up your mothafuckin' colon For '94 with the chainsaw, now I'm always crazy raw with the gore! [Necro Verse 2] Pass me the headphones! From rags to riches Bodybags for bitches The plots more power to the first body part that rots And decays, your body parlays in the coffin While I'm covered in vile and blood often The murderous mass, I don't inhale the gas or the fumes Or you'll be dead like niggas in Egyptian tombs To the pile, another corpse gets added I can't bang my head against the wall 'cause the wall is padded In my tomb better yet mausoleum I got worms eating out my skin, but you can't see 'em I blow up like a caesarean section I'm like a vampire 'cause I got no reflection I'm nocturnal, your breathing is eternal I eat Kentucky Fried Guts so fuck the Colonel Fuck that bastard I spit in his casket Or his grave, he's a fuckin' slave Off the fuckin' top, I'll pass it to ILL BILL...... I'll set your fuckin' goal and use a liablah deals no flop, ahh! [ILL BILL Verse 2] Check it Cut the fuckin' record, crazy fuckin' evil, like a fuckin' weevil Wabblin', squabblin', with any fucker tryna play me I'll fuckin' bite his ass off like I have rabies I'm fuckin' sick, you can suck a fuckin'... [Necro Outro] We're done