WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Promo ’94 lyrics

[Intro: ILL BILL]
Yo, ILL BILL in the motherf*cking house
About to get busy
Word is bond

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Now I'm a ram my f*cking Glock like a c*ck up your as*h*le
I open your f*cking skull, prepare brain casserole
Natural, with no f*cking preservatives
When I murder kids, I make certain the f*cking blood’s squirting
Close the curtain
Push the punk off the f*cking plank
I be turning Coca-Cola cans into shanks
Twist the f*cking 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 f*cking faggots into fractions
My [?] blast your motherf*cking ass out the frame
Attach it to my gat
Clip the f*cking power, then I aim for your brain
I’m insane, no emotion, psychopathic
Got no respect for human life cause I'm a sick bast*rd
You gots no gats, so why you making moves?
You lose, because I gots the ILL BILL blues
Nah, ILL BILL's the f*cking name, don't wear it out
I grab you by your f*cking 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 n*gga 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 till there's no f*cking blood left in your system
Pus pouring out your eye sockets like you was p*ssing
[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 b*tch are you ready
To get your di*k 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 f*cking native
My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die on two hooks through your f*cking tits
n*gga 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*cking 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, 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 mother f*cking 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 mother f*cking homo Tom Hanks
I sh*t all over the gay community
I'm happy if you're a f*cking faggot with AIDS and no immunity
And that means you'll eventually die
And at a faggot funeral you see a lot of f*cking 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*cking 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' n*gga out the army
Kill military faggots like cattle
Cause we can't have soldiers getting di*ked 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