WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Promo ’94

Lyrics

[Intro: ILL BILL] Yo, ILL BILL in the motherfucking house About to get busy Word is bond [Verse 1: ILL BILL] Now I'ma ram my fucking Glock like a cock up your asshole I open your fucking skull, prepare brain casserole Natural, with no fucking preservatives When I murder kids, I make certain the fucking blood's squirting Close the curtain Push the punk off the fucking plank I be turning Coca-Cola cans into shanks Twist the fucking flesh in grotesque contortions I use a chainsaw when I'm performing an abortion Use caution before you're caught up in the world of body-catching Chop up fucking faggots into fractions My [?] blast your motherfucking ass out the frame Attach it to my gat Clip the fucking power, then I aim for your brain I'm insane, no emotion, psychopathic Got no respect for human life 'cause I'm a sick bastard You gots no gats, so why you making moves? You lose, because I gots the ILL BILL blues Nah, ILL BILL's the fucking name, don't wear it out I grab you by your fucking throat then I tear it out My whereabouts are unknown to the authorities I fulfill my gory needs, committing gory deeds The talk is all (???) Make you sure rocking, see you on my block As a big old bloody mess Make a nigga blister from his paranoia Rob your mothers, now I sent some pictures to Fangoria Plus the Hustler magazine for your pops Motherfuck the cops, I've got the props To make you bleed till there's no fucking blood left in your system Pus pouring out your eye sockets like you was pissing [Bridge] Word is bond [Necro] Pass the headphones (To Necrophiliac) Now pass the headphones (To Necrophiliac) [ILL BILL] What you gonna do? Grab the headphones And do the boogaloo [Necro] Necrophiliac Nineteen ninety gore Necrophiliac Nineteen ninety gore [Verse 2: Necro] My castration hand is steady So, bitch, are you ready To get your dick chopped off with a machete? When it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative You're gonna need a sedative When you get tortured by this fucking native My animosity for a female never quits So I hang you to die on two hooks through your fucking tits Nigga, you get juxed with a spike And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach And take the parts we like Termites and cockroaches get chewed My knife cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for food You get buried in dry mud When you suffocate in the high flood When I'm sad, I fucking cry blood Then I eat kneecaps and shins When I look into your eyes I make you cough up your organs Plus you'll cringe when you get pinched with my syringe Then fall asleep and become chow for my flesh eating binge Then I go to a bordello Open up the mouth of each bitch And dismiss the liquid that's yellow In the backside of each cunt I'll be arching I'm like a soldier back from the dead, Stormtrooping and marching Here's another plight for spite My drill bit goes through the left side of your face And comes out the right So watch out for the army of bugs It's the blizzard of maggots So duck down or get covered with slugs [Verse 3: Necro] My Dean in high school said I was a violent guy I'll throw all of the motherfucking faggots on an island to die And most women that got raped by me was murdered I'm responsible for a hundred homosexual murders Never ate (???) Or got molested with friends I'll rape in Philly and kill that motherfucking homo Tom Hanks I shit all over the gay community I'm happy if you're a fucking faggot with AIDS and no immunity And that means you'll eventually die And at a faggot funeral you see a lot of fucking men cry The world's greatest intellectuals Knew there should be a Death penalty for confused male bisexuals I ain't down with no fucking homo charade My serenade supports sniping queers at the gay parade Even a hardcore fag couldn't harm me I say we kick every 'taking-it-up-the-ass' nigga out the army Kill military faggots like cattle 'Cause we can't have soldiers getting dicked in the ass during battle I got vaginal fluid on my knife I'm out like the last nut Bobbit will ever bust, used to rape his wife