Necro, ILL BILL - Sex with Female Rednecks '94 lyrics
[Necro, ILL BILL - Sex with Female Rednecks '94 lyrics]
I have sex with female rednecks
I love demise
Mortality, Youthanasia, and Necrosis
I'm vile i'm loyal to Belial
They'll be loving Hades
Know Necrophiliac's style mischief maker
Possesses me to evil principles
Supreme spirit of evil
The Dungeons and Dragons range is evil
I'm the fuckin' fallen angel the trickster
Sicker than a disease
Smellier than shit and fleas
Hellbound pitbull fall in a pit full of rocks
The Necrophiliac's value shocks
Diablos, Abbadon, Methadone lucifer on fire
Ladies and gentlemen meet Jesus' crucifier
Mr satanic Force, the deuce
I got the fuckin' noose I'm sick
Motherfuckers call me Old Nick
I'll be there laughing when my enemy slips
Necrophiliac dead like the nerves
On Mary Joe's lips
Let me pass the mic to ILL BILL
Nigga wanna grab the photos?
I'm takin' pornographic photos my
Types of mottos gettin'
Busy with dick and pussies into stitches
Stabbin', stickin', super maternal
Barrel shotties, catchin' more bodies than
The mothafuckin' Gottis!
Listen up don't interrupt when
I lever skirts squirt
You get yo' fuckin' ass hurt when I converts
Exert pressure
I'm under pressure with the flamethrower
Chop you up into little pieces
With the trunk blower
Flower, sicker you never heard an
Iller nigga than BILL
I make your mothafuckin' blood spill
All over the place then, spit in your
Face and, annihilate the whole fuckin'
Human race crazy rugged, buggin', flippin'
Sick and disgusting
Mothafuckin' Glocks I be bustin'!
Off the fuckin' top, I flip
The Hip-Hop, let my
Mothafuckin' Glock go pop
Drop a body off the roof
There's no fuckin' proof
Then I walk away with credit
Cards and fuckin' loot!
That's how I'm livin', that's how I'm goin'
Stick a butcher
Knife up your mothafuckin' colon, for
'94 with the chainsaw
Now I'm always crazy raw with the gore!
Pass me the headphones!
From rags to riches bodybags for bitches
The plots more power to the
First body part that rots
And decays, your body parlays in the coffin
While I'm covered in vile and blood often
The murderous mass
I don't inhale the gas or the fumes
Or you'll be dead like
Niggas in Egyptian tombs
To the pile, another corpse gets added
I can't bang my head against the
Wall 'cause the wall is padded
In my tomb better yet mausoleum
I got worms eating out my skin
But, you can't see 'em
I blow up like a caesarean section
I'm like a vampire 'cause I got no reflection
I'm nocturnal, your breathing is eternal
I eat Kentucky Fried Guts so fuck the Colonel
Fuck that bastard i spit in his casket
Or his grave, he's a fuckin' slave
Off the fuckin' top I'll pass it to ILL BILL
I'll set your fuckin' goal and use
A liablah deals no flop, ahh!
Check it, cut the fuckin'
Record, crazy fuckin' evil
Like a fuckin' weevil
Wabblin', squabblin', with any fucker
Tryna play me, i'll fuckin' bite his ass off
Like I have rabies
I'm fuckin' sick, you can suck a fuckin'
I love demise
Mortality, Youthanasia, and Necrosis
I'm vile i'm loyal to Belial
They'll be loving Hades
Know Necrophiliac's style mischief maker
Possesses me to evil principles
Supreme spirit of evil
The Dungeons and Dragons range is evil
I'm the fuckin' fallen angel the trickster
Sicker than a disease
Smellier than shit and fleas
Hellbound pitbull fall in a pit full of rocks
The Necrophiliac's value shocks
Diablos, Abbadon, Methadone lucifer on fire
Ladies and gentlemen meet Jesus' crucifier
Mr satanic Force, the deuce
I got the fuckin' noose I'm sick
Motherfuckers call me Old Nick
I'll be there laughing when my enemy slips
Necrophiliac dead like the nerves
On Mary Joe's lips
Let me pass the mic to ILL BILL
Nigga wanna grab the photos?
I'm takin' pornographic photos my
Types of mottos gettin'
Busy with dick and pussies into stitches
Stabbin', stickin', super maternal
Barrel shotties, catchin' more bodies than
The mothafuckin' Gottis!
Listen up don't interrupt when
I lever skirts squirt
You get yo' fuckin' ass hurt when I converts
Exert pressure
I'm under pressure with the flamethrower
Chop you up into little pieces
With the trunk blower
Flower, sicker you never heard an
Iller nigga than BILL
I make your mothafuckin' blood spill
All over the place then, spit in your
Face and, annihilate the whole fuckin'
Human race crazy rugged, buggin', flippin'
Sick and disgusting
Mothafuckin' Glocks I be bustin'!
Off the fuckin' top, I flip
The Hip-Hop, let my
Mothafuckin' Glock go pop
Drop a body off the roof
There's no fuckin' proof
Then I walk away with credit
Cards and fuckin' loot!
That's how I'm livin', that's how I'm goin'
Stick a butcher
Knife up your mothafuckin' colon, for
'94 with the chainsaw
Now I'm always crazy raw with the gore!
Pass me the headphones!
From rags to riches bodybags for bitches
The plots more power to the
First body part that rots
And decays, your body parlays in the coffin
While I'm covered in vile and blood often
The murderous mass
I don't inhale the gas or the fumes
Or you'll be dead like
Niggas in Egyptian tombs
To the pile, another corpse gets added
I can't bang my head against the
Wall 'cause the wall is padded
In my tomb better yet mausoleum
I got worms eating out my skin
But, you can't see 'em
I blow up like a caesarean section
I'm like a vampire 'cause I got no reflection
I'm nocturnal, your breathing is eternal
I eat Kentucky Fried Guts so fuck the Colonel
Fuck that bastard i spit in his casket
Or his grave, he's a fuckin' slave
Off the fuckin' top I'll pass it to ILL BILL
I'll set your fuckin' goal and use
A liablah deals no flop, ahh!
Check it, cut the fuckin'
Record, crazy fuckin' evil
Like a fuckin' weevil
Wabblin', squabblin', with any fucker
Tryna play me, i'll fuckin' bite his ass off
Like I have rabies
I'm fuckin' sick, you can suck a fuckin'