WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle

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[Intro: Wildman Steve & Necro] You don't stop when I come and rock the sure shot On and on, and we got it goin' on... - So just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care! Oh yeah, it's flavor - -anium, haha - My man is amped and he's charged, we got the Goons in the house - Necrophiliac, Reverend Goretex, ILL CanniBILL, Captain Carnage - Where you from? - Please hit record! We're from Brooklyn - It's al-it's already recording, kid - Nah, I want the other people out there, all you peoples listening, hit record, it's all good - Okay - Tell us-tell me a little bit somethin'-tell ya-blahh, tell the PEOPLE out there a little somethin', about yaself so people know, what's y'all all about - We're straight outta Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'? We're tryin' to get signed, nobody wants to mess with us, we're too foul - Word? - We're hated, but you know what I'm sayin', whatever - Y'all got a ill style? - Yeah, it's all good, we die young, we die young - Alright, I'mma let y'all kick it, y'all ready to go freestyle to this beat right here, just keep it clean though - Riz got it, he's hookin' it up right there, Riz Markie over there, chillin' - Riz Markie! - Yussie Rizzo! Hook it up! Riz Pornstar! - Oh no, y'all pulled this card, now y'all chill, that's my man - Haha - Watch ya mouth, man, you can't be cursin', the mic is open, you know what I'm sayin'? - I can't really hear it, oh okay [Necro Verse 1] My flow is vile Like the cancer in Lyle The necrophile will drink the bile of pornstar Isis Nile Kids never know it's me when I cause terror 'Cause I change my face to the grill of Joey Silvera Necro drinks the ovum of a woman that stinks I got Tiffany Mynx, chained up in Gucci links I'll make you eat my defecation that's brown like champagne You'll get your mamilla pierced like Misty Rain I'd like to take your rectum and cook it I'm doing pornos like Bobbitt, but my phallus is far from crooked The women I kidnap have no choice All you girls that are listening you can masturbate to my voice There's no need to fear me I know you wish you were near me 'Cause you're touching yourself as you hear me I'm leaving blood drippin' down Amy Fisher's hips Necro rips, apart Mary Joe's lips Necro devours Your tush for 12 hours, inside tubs and showers I got the brain of Ed Powers She shall dance! Inside the backseats of Galants I rape dirty debutants from France Being a pornstar is far from the bummers I got Suzanne Summers stripping in Randy West Newcomers Captain Carnage, eat the cartilage [Captain Carnage Verse 1] I don't debate, I hate with a passion I eat women like rations and through a brick wall I'm crashin' Your fuckin' life will be flashin' before your life As you die 'cause I despise wise ass replies My steak knife will do you in I stick you in your abdomen while I stab and grin Slabs of fat I trim off your ribs off abroad You'll get stuck by a sword and hung by an extension cord 'Cause I can't afford to let a victim escape I tie 'em up with drapes then I step on 'em like grapes I look great in my new leather jacket Buddy, you couldn't hack it, so take it off 'cause I'm here to tax it For my own use, I got goons out on the loose I'll put your head on a plaque like a moose Out of death I'm produced my mind to my scratchin' That'll be your final lesson, that you'll learn I won't let you miss your turn to burn on my rotisserie I lick the cherry with my merry men from the forest I kill women with gauntlets, before the fog lifts I'll wrap you up with Reynolds then beat you down with paddles Outside book hallows with Carnage at the maidenless battles And when you enter the center of my pentagram You'll get soaked, you bet we'll clean the results with you dead men Dead women, and dead children, I practice senseless killin' on innocent civilians I read the Devil's creed before I pull my evil deeds I bleed when they see the Devil in me I'm guided by a sinister force My blades'll chop and cut and leave you redder than spaghetti sauce Goretex, Goretex, hit the flex, leavin', go ahead and stab 'em [Goretex Verse 1] Aw yeah, kid, aw yeah Reverend Goretex blowin' up the spot I'mma blow up the spot like this! Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up Rest in Peace Nicole Brown, you're chillin' in a pine box The blood's red like Fox on your body playin' Hopscotch Chronic drug use got my brain iller Home alone puffin' cannabis, at six I ate the babysitter Salt N Pepa's under my trance, they my finest slaves S&M page, my life is tragic like John Haze Verbally psychotic like Ced Gee It's Henry Lucas who I be, call me Belushi when I OD The fun is just beginnin', shootin' godsmack with River I stand and deliver with slime to make you shiver I'm Black Belt Jones, I get more iller than the shear Slice you from ear to ear, I'm more porno than Richard Gere I'm the supplier in rehabs, I have the Gift of Gab To give stunts crabs and pus-filled vaginal scabs I stand tall, Candy Samples I ball I'm Reverend Goretex and all my peeps call me Creepy Crawl I wait in Heaven with the .357 I put it to God's head then wait for Armageddon I got more body parts, kid, than Dahmer's kitchen Please hate me, I pass it to the next mortician [ILL BILL Verse 1] Word, ILL BILL, check it Word is bond, ILL BILL Uh, programmed to kill Haaa! I be analyzing bio-rhythms, leavin' my victims with incisions My sensory see catastrophic visions Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer Then I twist facial features like Rocky Dennis, when I menace It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous Enormous, watch the metamorphosis Stickin' snitches through orifices, remorseless are my thoughts, when I catch a corpse I dabble in the arts of the forbidden Leavin' carcass on top of carcass, maggot ridden regardless I am psychahnhhasehhahh..... Ahhh, check it Reports provided by Department of Forensics Reveal nothing reminiscent of murder on these premises The only evidence be in the body, no fingerprintssss Or murder weapons located but they follow me Constantly I'm under surveillance Numerous federal agencies provide local police interference So now there's mad hemoglobin Left upon my freezer frozen, from head down to the toes in Pieces of people I've taken then I re-animate Beyond the gates, I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate I'll make you submit when I dominate Nothing you could ever do could restrain my campaign of hate I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain I inflict during your torture, officer, I'll make you suffer Forget the gats, I'm about to hit you with the axe Laugh while your skull cracks, the whole coloderm wax! [Necro Verse 2] Change the beat up, Riz Change the beat up, Riz Riz got it - Change the beats... Riz got it Y'all see Rizzo - Y'all kids is ill! Y'all also... y'all on a whole different kind of vibe, yo Necrophiliac and the Goons - Yeah, they're illin' up here! Hahahaha! I had sex with Sarafina I'll crush your skull with a huge phallus Like Alex did to the ballerina But not Natasha, I live next to Danasha I kill females with male pudendum like Sasha I know you hate my rhymes of crud Like Albert Fish, I ate Grace Budd, I ejaculate blood In a pot, your mammary glands I'm stirrin' I'll have you work up a sweat 'til you're thirsty Then make you drink my urine Your flesh, Necro recycles I do porn like Sean Michaels, Tom Byron and T. T. Boy I'll bust nuts on Angie Bower You diss you'll be found dead in the dark alley like Ron Hightower I'll be killing cock diesel broads from Gold's Gym As my bloody black member swings like a pendulum Peace out to all you jailbirds doing bids I eat decapitated squids, I kill kids that sport skids I'm gonna lick your mama's bloody fetus I go to the village and kill Grunge girls that sport Adidas I'm eating my dinner on the back of a white slave I defecate on the whole idea of wack rave I'm gonna make you eat my crap If you can't rap, I'll strangle you with Rage's bra strap Necrophiliac pass it to Captain Carnage, Captain Carnage [Captain Carnage Verse 2] Helium bombs get hailed for joy I roll out with the convoy on Operation: Destroy In the soil the bodies are deeply squished The trail of organs, lead to the ambush I hold position until you've arrived Every hound in the pack know to take the men alive I'm driven by the thirst for blood My dogs don't die, a fool's canteen is only worth one chug I cook scrubs into grub with rubber gloves I remove your guts like shrubs I'm out like the glands of your damsel that I manhandle In my nylon tent lit by candles I want my brain scrambled, and my balls charred I shall be isolated like a retard Into the penitentiary is where they're sendin' me 'Cause I have the identity of a Hellbound entity Take the time to examine and I'll do you in like a famine Through a bow that I throw I guarantee be landin' On your fuckin' grill, blood rushes to spill, are you ready to kill? So down you fell So get lost before I throw your corpse in the tractor On a never long is a comin' of a chapter I laugh when I hit you up in axe I blow up the spot with Glocks and flocks to your weak skulls My swingin' sweet gold I stalk people like a Speagle and like a Beagle I sense shit, I'll slap you senseless until your balls is covered with blemish I hope you die [Goretex Verse 2] Oh yeah, represent, represent, like this, like this! It's the hobo sniffin' blow, got more steps than Chario And if you home alone, smack the monkey to your stereo And if you're a horny girl and listenin' to Riz cut Take out the bent wires and shove 'em up your damn butt It's the Reverend, call me God, Satan Grimace, the Menace, I'm clutchin' more areolas than dentists You see me on the streets, you better Hail Satan Nightstalker Beelzebub, I'll see you with my knob In my stinky tub Alicia Rio's rockin', so what's up? Next to a copy of 40 Plus and D Cup I'm leavin' NYPD Blue, I'll asphyx you too, kid My boys attack like a pack of crazed Jews In Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights and Brighton Beach I be the Bloodsucking Freak, shootin' jelly on your cheeks Like Rocco S(t)iffredi with the hot rod, I'm ready My aim is steady, point blank with my veiny machete I burn flesh to a crisp, you front on my digits You'll be attacked by a tribe of African midgets I'mma Biggie like Smalls, plead do me like ribbons I'll make ya disappear like the breasts of Robin Givens I threaten the world by putting M80's in my mouth To blow a part of my lips, they're hangin' like Satan's nips We die young so I'mma go out blastin' And kill yourself, you best believe that I'mma die laughin' ILL BILL, blow it up [ILL BILL Verse 2] Word, check it out, yo I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs I'm holdin' hookers' doodie holes hostage I spend my nights on 42nd Street searchin' for chicks that's into bondage Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress Kidnap an actress, then activate vibrating plastics My zany antics keep the ladies frantic And when I sodomize a secretary I'm very romantic It must be all them evil substances, cigarettes and black coffee I'm smokin' crack rock laced with morphine I guess you could say I'm a junkie One sprinkle of coke on my genitalia makes me mad spunky I like to be a role model Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle People will think "what were they thinkin'?" But then who would've thought that OJ Simpson would turn into Joel Rifkin? Necrophiliac, Necrophiliac Put the knife in they damn back [Necro Verse 3] Please don't be nice to me I torture rave kids that look like Jon Lovitz Bend forward, kid, and taste your own crevice I sodomize with Glocks, strangle you with socks Don't you dare ruin my dinner of chopped up female buttocks I'm gonna bring, evil to all species Then defecate feces down the throats of he-shes I murdered Andy Gibb I got Nina Hartley's decrepit body Stashed out in John Stagliano's crib No fib, I'm mad porno like Rocco Siffredi Give me a machete and you'll be left with a bloodsoaked titty Before I eat you I left your corpse settle I'm into Death Metal I'm distorted like the distortion pedal I'm down with Captain Carnage Ready to eat your cartilage Reverend Goretex got the hundred round cartridge For the Calico 950 to rob your pills And ILL BILL's, got the krills Lord Black Soap got the thick rope to Hang the Pope You can't cope, 'cause there's no hope E-Riz Hustler, give me some mersh and bricks So I can sell the kids in Canarsie some fat nicks Ming the Merciless, made Connie Chung drink your piss And send Soon-Yi Prev(in) to Heaven I be the septic schizo I'm cutting up your body, like the hands of Yussie Rizzo Gore too, Dennis the Menace and J.E.Z Don't kill nobody Don't kill nobody Unless you got the shotty I pass it over, to Captain Carnage, Captain Carnage [Captain Carnage Verse 3] I keep cash in check 'cause I'm a crook I don't play by the book by lookin' for the dirty looks on the grill Posin' like he's ill, hold 'em still so I can fill 'em up with lumps I beat down chumps for kicks I swing dicks, with the mentally sick I roll I stroke my pole, to porno mags and tapes I kill crabs and flakes With fuckin' rope and blades I cut throats, I float like a goat In my town I'm alone, I walk the street like a lunatic spook I kick more butts than a movie gook, girls wanna play my flute When I'm dressed in business suits they think I'm cute, but they get the boot I'm spreadin' like an epidemic I wouldn't slide up in it without latex I don't play with sex, 'cause that's like playin' with Russian Roulette Staaand back because I am about to blow up, show up My lip, fuckin' lip, fuck and now I pass it to Goretex, lip [Goretex Verse 3] Oh yeah, oh yeah Check it out, check it out, check it out I'm convinced the only hope and peace is the butchery of human beings I'm hangin' Whoopi with the G-string I kill strictly by ritual, no question I'm the spiritual leader like Manson on LSD I'm dancin' Master of Macabre, I'm Ralphus with the blowgun Ghetto women I rub, to all you listeners kneel and bob I'm makin' families grieve, a Wildman like Steve My meat cleave' will make you believe then bleed I'm killin' six lovely girls for Satan's flesh eaters My shooting of Morphine I was jammin' with The Meters Close your eyes and picture all the rugged Jews, I'm Sammy If you diss I'll leave you more maggot ridden than John Candy On my wall all you honey's mams, Canarsie's full of Son of Sam's I'm dipped with KISS boots and jams I plead insanity, to Hip Hop like Shakur I'm buckin' at cops, my crew are Spics, Jews and Wops Nigg's and gooks with Glocks all locked in detox Peace to Uncle Howie pushin' mad bags of crushed rocks Pass it to ILL CanniBILL, represent [ILL BILL Verse 3] Word, check it out, yo I'm turnin' red blood cells into dead blood cells Using microscopic utensils within your entrail Pushin' the limits of your chromosomes Sittin' on the throne of the human bone sitting With my cellular phone I walk alone into pandemonium, utilizing plutonium To build a bigger better stronger weapon I sense the presence of great evil So I embrace and drain every bit of the power source conceivable Bringing about the beginning of ending upsetting a crucifier Tending to your so-called Messiah Within the fire, I eulogize planetary demise Feeling energized, as another planet, dies And nothing, could never really make me give a damn about Anything you care about so why even bother? The blood I spill could fill the entire New York Harbor So hang the Holy Father, and light the candelaaabraaa Word is bond, yo Goons in the house, shout out [Outro] - There you have it, right here 90.3 FM WBAU, controversial to say the least! Y'all on some other stuff, you know, it's ill, hahahaha! Y'all wanna say-? - Yo, ILL BILL, I wanna give a shout out to Fatal, I wanna give a shout out, to my boy Soap, Black Soap, Black Danny - Haha! - Your son, you know what I'm sayin'? I wanna give a shout out, to all you people that pressed record, and you loved the filthiness, all you people that like the DIRT, you love it - That's where Riz get that from, from y'all - Yo, one more thing, one more thing before I pass it to Goretex, I wanna give a shout out to E-Riz Hustler, with all the pounds, I wanna give a shout out, to Yussie Rizzo, for cuttin' up the phat beats, you know what I'm sayin'? Riz Markie, like the Dun-Dunkin' Donuts, chill! - Yo, I wanna give a shout out to Art Neville, DJ Riz, Mack 10, my awesome kid Elijah, Danny Terio, all the Goons, you know what I'm sayin'? - Danny Terio, hahahaha! - Wildman Steve, for being fly, for being godly, all the heads, everybody who smokes crack, Bobbito, Bobbito & Stretch - Oh shit, ahahahahaha! What he said, what he said, what he said...? He said everybody who smokes crack? He said Bobbito? He gave a shout to Bobbito... Bob! - Yussie Rizzo, Melle Mel, Cowboy, all the heads, nuff respect, that gave us jobs - The way he said they smoke crack then gave a shout to Bobbito - Yo, yo, yo, yo, so, yo, Necrophiliac just wants to say if anybody's interested in signin' us (hehe), we're really open for it (yo, yo), but we're hated, nobody wants to sign us, nobody wants us, don't pay attention to a word I said! - Nobody loves us! - Yo, yo, yo, you forgot to give a shout out to Ed Powers, B - Ed Powers and John Stagliano and Ron Heights and Shawn Michael - Eddie West, Mo Bigsley, Titty Boy up in here! - Randy Spears (Dirty Devil...-) - FM Bradley, baby! - Forever! - FM Bradley! - Hahaha! - Yo, yo, yo, I can't forget about Felipe and Rocco Siffredi! Nina-Nina Hartley! - Word is bond - Yo, Ron Jeremy, you got him, yo, you know what I'm sayin'?! - Yo, yo, homeboy can suck his own phallus and 'em, yo! - Herschel Savage! - I see Nec'... - Herschel Savage! - Y'all get ill-y'all get ill though - Son, we got to give props to Felipe - What about John Holmes? - John Holmes, for his dead cadaver - Rest in Peace John Holmes, he infected Sissy Lynn in Europe, yo! - Word up? - Rest in Peace Savannah! Rest in Peace Savannah! - Savannah died? - She's dead! Dead and stinkin'! - Word up? For what? For what? - I don't know she just deaded, she went POP! - Word up (Yeah)? Word up! Ha, oh wow, that's deep - Yo, yo, and God bless Charlie Sheen for bonein' Ginger Lynn, word up - What about Long Down Silver? - She killed herself, she was crazy, yo - He can say that, they said it, no, you fucked up hahaha! - Shouts to Poorly Shaw, for eatin' mamilla - Poorly Shaw, alright y'all, thanks for comin' on down - It's all good, stay alive - Everybody wanna sign us, call me, hook us up with a deal - Y'all keep it-y'all keep it-y'all keepin' it real though - Please! - We're all gonna be dead with syringes filled with Heroin poked in our arms - FInd us in.... - We die young, we die young! - We'll all be dead soon, you better sign us soon 'cause we'll be dead, get us now - I hear that, alright (please [?], please), thank y'all for comin' on down tonight, alright, we got the-we got the GZA comin' up next, keep it locked in right here commercial free, 90.3 FM, you just heard the Goons, they on some other stuff, we gon' go there, alright, yo, stay up