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necro - wkcr 89.9 stretch & bobbito promo (1st appearance on wkcr) كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
[ill bill]

yo, ill bill in the motherf-ckin’ house
’bout to get busy
word (is) bond

now i’mma ram my f-ckin’ glock like a c-ck up your -sshole
i open your f-ckin’ skull, prepare brain c-sserole
natural, with no f-ckin’ preservatives
when i murder kids, i make certain the f-ckin’ blood’s squirtin’

close the curtain
push the punk off the f-ckin’ plank
i be turnin’ coca-cola cans into shanks

twist the f-ckin’ flesh in grotesque contortions
i use a chainsaw when i’m performin’ an abortion

use caution before you’re caught up in the world of body catchin’
chop up f-ckin’ f-ggots into fractions

my [?] blast your motherf-ckin’ -ss out the frame
attach it to my gat
clip the f-ckin’ power, then i aim for your brain

i’m insane, no emotion
psychopathic
got no respect for human life ’cause i’m a sick b-st-rd

you gots no gats, so why you makin’ moves?
you lose, because i gots the ill bill blues

nah, ill bill’s the f-ckin’ name, don’t wear it out
i grab you by your f-ckin’ throat then i tear it out

my whereabouts are unknown to the authorities
i fulfill my gory needs, committin’ gory deeds

the talk is all: “bananas[?] school ’em all”
make you sure rockin'[?], see you on my [?]
bring your bl–dy 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
motherf-ck the cops
i’ve got the props

to make you bleed ’til there is no f-ckin’ blood left in your system, (say what?)
pus pourin’ out your eye sockets like you was pissin'[?]

(bridge)
word is bond

[necro]
p-ss the headphones, (to necrophiliac)
now p-ss the headphones
to necrophiliac, (ill bill)

[ill bill]
what you gonna do?
grab the headphones
and do the boogalo

[necro]
necrophiliac
nineteen ninety gore
necrophiliac
nineteen ninety gore

(verse)
my castration hand is steady
so b-tch are you ready
to get your d-ck chopped off wit’ a machete?

when it comes to inflicting pain i’m creative
you’re gonna need a sedative when you get tortured by this f-ckin’ native

my animosity for a female never quits
so i hang you to die on two hooks through your f-ckin’ 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 c-ckroaches 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 f-ckin’ 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 b-tch
and dismiss the liquid that’s yellow

in the backside of each c-nt i’ll be arching
i’m like a soldier back from the dead storm trooping and marching

here’s another plight for spite
my drill bit goes through the left side of your brains
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 in slugs

(verse 2)
my dean in high school said i was a violent guy
i’ll throw all of the mother f-cking f-ggots on an island to die
and most women that got raped by me were murdered
i’m responsible for a hundred homosexual murders

never ate[?] sticks[?]
or got molested with friends
i’ll rape in philly[?] and k!ll that mother f-ckin’ homo tom hanks

i shit all over the g-y community
i’m happy if you’re a f-cking f-ggot with aids and no immunity
and that means you’ll eventually die
and at a f-ggot funeral you see a lot of f-ckin’ men cry

the world’s greatest intellectuals
knew there should be a —
death penalty for confused male bisexuals

i ain’t down with no f-ckin’ homo charade
my serenade supports sniping queers at the g-y parade

even a hardcore f-g couldn’t harm me
i say we kick every ‘takin’-it-up-the–ss’ nigga out the army

k!ll military f-ggots like cattle
’cause we can’t have soldiers gettin’ d-cked in the -ss 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

- necro

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