Blunt on the Topic of the Stunt ’94 lyrics

[Necro]

Check this out
Check it out checka
Check it out check it
Mmm
I gets blunt on the topic of the stunt
Yeeaah x4

[Necro Verse 1]

I'll leave blood dripping from your anus if you diss
I never sweat
Un-sensitive I'm negative with this
I p*ss semen in your uterus
b*tch, you could kiss my as*h*le
After I've taken a sh*t
I approach a female roach
For digits
I stay away from petite midgets
b*tches that squint and fidget
Four eyed c*nts, that smoke blunts, with bad breathe
I tie up
Bust out the whips and chains and beat the b*tch to death
Your chokin' cherries get broken
Blood, drips on your lips
After I grip at your silicone and make you lick your nips
Suck on the cleavage
Choke on your titty
Your c*nt's gritty
I'll punch if your ass crack or attitude is sh*tty
Too far for Necro
I grab your neck and squeeze and never let go
Introduce you to the nickel plated dildo
Every b*tch bleeds
From the double barrel beads
If the b*tch is a hooker
I'll take her to the bathroom and jux her
Rape her
Flip her
c*m on her GUESS shirt
Watch the ovum squirt
b*tches leave mentally hurt
Don't flirt, 'less your prepared for the sick
Necrophiliac embalming fluid infested di*k
Yeeah....
That's the 1st verse
I Get Blunt on the Topic of the Stunt

[Necro Verse 2]

Depravity on the Danube
The pregnant tube greased with cool lube
Up your ass with blood on your boob
Think twice before you say you got a man
The bloody diaphragm could be easily rammed up the clam
Vagina
Molested by the Gyna
Col-o-gist
I f*ck you with the semen infested fist
I then p*ss the amount
The urine went down south to your stomach
Where you got hit by something that belongs to a nut case
I bust nuts on your face then laugh
Blurt on your motherf*ckin' calves
Holes inside your panties so I could slide in
When you not looking
And then I getting you pregnant c*nt

I get blunt on the topic of the stunt
You c*nt x4
Tips tips tips tips tips tips, I made Mary Jo, give me a blow with her crooked lips x2

Billy do you wanna get on? x2

c*nt!
I get blunt on the topic of the stunt
I get blunt!

[ILL BILL]

ILL BILL!
That's the f*ckin' name
Knives stuck in your vein
Rip out your brain
What the f*ck's up my young buck
Razor rugged, buggin', pimpin', sick...
If I'mma die in a thirst I drink my own f*ckin' p*ss
I twist my f*ckin' b*tch, I beat the pus*y just some hooker b*tch
I love the f*cker tryna jix with baseball bats
The mothaf*ckin' n*gga struggle when I pull out the gat
In months I break in and sodomize the secretaries, I'm very scary
My balls they glue is just too f*ckin' hairy
Bedtime fairy but no matter what, it's still spills the same when I stuck the power drill into your f*ckin' brain
It's stained in blood, sweat and semen
The demons are callin' my name, Mr. ILL f*ckin' BILL kill murder kill criminally
Hyperactive, when a cracker gets scarred off the gutter glue and set up for the funeral services
When I murder b*tches I gets wicked, I'm a sicko quick to loose the biscuit but when tryna press it to the disquette
Mothaf*ckin' casket, drop the faggots into caskets, when I bust the burn it blasts the chick
Drop the bombs dead, drop them off the f*ckin' roof, then the f*ckin' boot, then the f*ckin' credit cause a loop!
Flippin', sickin', f*ckin' dig a b*tch, di*k her, in the f*ckin' ditch!
Took her, f*ckin' jux her, in the f*ckin' ass crack, chillin' with the Necrophiliac
Crazy rugged, buggin', flippin', FOUL, cut the f*ckin' style leavin' bodies in a pile!
'94, with the f*ckin' chainsaw, I'm raw wit' the gore, you know you want more, whore!
[Necro Verse 3]

Lemme get back Billy, the headset...
Check it

I'm a f*cked up retarded
n*gga with my ear on my cheeks
I do Master!, mother my car
Blood Sucking Freak
Necro sticks his di*k in the wall socket
I'm at the central booking with a shank in my pocket
I'm sick like Riker's Island
Like Tipper I'm in to gore
Security at a store packing a two by four
On flesh I gnaw
Body parts I saw
A victim of the law
I'm immature
On your dead grave I swore
Die die die die die die
Play Russian Roulette and put a f*ckin' bullet in your eye
Don't ask why
Cuz you don't wanna know the half
Tape Necrophiliac in prison cells
The most underground rap
I'm not even a writer
Check out the infamous fame
You don't know sh*t
If you don't know the meaning of my name
Necrophiliac f*cks the dead
Bucks the head with 45 colts
In the brain of corrupt adults
And Necro catapults
Bombs from castles
I'm not into hassles
I put petroleum jelly on as*h*les
I use knives for dildos every b*tch bleeds
From the motherf*ckin' horno porno beads!

I get blunt on the topic of the stunt
You c*nt x4

Tips tips tips tips tips tips tips, tips tips tips tips tips tips tips, Mary Jo likes to blow with her crooked lips!
Mary Jo don't know I'll put a bullet in f*ckin' Joe, I put Joe-I'll put a bullet in Mary Joe!
I f*ck Amy Fisher, that hoe, Zaza, Yaza, I f*ck that porno b*tch Aja
You know the flavor with that, pornographic make it the f*ckin' pornographic fact!
I'm gonna kill it, pick the f*ckin' izm and then I skill it, skill it, kill it, drill it, bill it, bill it, top bill it, top bill it, top ILL BILL it
You know the Necro and ILL BILL can top ILL BILL it, 'cause we're ill like that when we skill it, as if it was izm, so I'm bust this sh*t with the psychotic organism