Necro, ILL BILL, Goretex, Captain Carnage - WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle lyrics

You don't stop when I come and rock
The sure shot! On and on
And we got it goin' on
- So just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
Care! Oh yeah it's flavor -anium
- My man is amped and he's charged
We got the Goons in the house!
- Necrophiliac, Reverend Goretex
ILL CanniBILL, captain Carnage
- Where you from?
- Please hit record! We're from Brooklyn
- It's al-it's already recording, kid
- Nah I want the other people out
There, all you peoples listening, hit record
It's all good - Okay
- Tell us-tell me a little
Bit somethin'-tell ya blahh
Tell the PEOPLE out there a little somethin'
About yaself so people can know
What's y'all all about


- We're straight outta Brooklyn, you
Know what I'm sayin', we're
Tryin' to get signed, nobody wants
To mess with us, we're too foul
- Word? - We're hated
But, you know what I'm sayin' whatever
- Y'all got a ill style?
- yeah, it's all good we die young
We die young
- Alright I'mma let y'all kick it
Y'all ready
To go freestyle to this beat right here
Just keep it clean though!
- Riz got it he's hookin' it up right there
Riz Markie over there chillin' - Riz Markie!
- Yussie Rizzo! Hook it up! Riz Pornstar!
- Oh, no y'all pulled this
Card now y'all chill, that's my man! - Haha
- Watch ya mouth man you can't be cursin' the
Mic is open you know what I'm sayin'?
- I can't really hear it, oh okay

My flow is vile like the cancer in Lyle
The necrophile will drink the bile
Of pornstar Isis Nile
Kids never know it's me when I cause terror
'Cause, I change my face to
The grill of Joey Silvera
Necro drinks the ovum of a woman that stinks
I got Tiffany Mynx, chained up in Gucci links
I'll make you eat my defecation
That's brown like champagne
You'll get your mamilla pierced
Like Misty Rain
I'd like to take your rectum and cook it
I'm doing pornos like Bobbitt
But my phallus is far from crooked
The women I kidnap have no choice
All you girls that are listening you
Can masturbate to my voice
There's no need to fear me
I know you wish you were near me
'Cause you're touching yourself as
You hear me! I'm leaving blood drippin' down
Amy Fisher's hips
Necro rips, apart Mary Joe's lips
Necro devours your tush for 12 hours
Inside tubs and showers
I got the brain of Ed Powers
She shall dance!
Inside the back seats of Galants
I rape dirty debutants from France
Being a pornstar is far from the bummers
I got Suzanne Summers stripping
In Randy West Newcomers
Captain Carnage, eat the cartilage!

I don't debate I hate with a passion
I eat women like rations and through
A brick wall I'm crashin'
Your fuckin' life will be
Flashin' before your life
As you die 'cause I despise wise ass replies
My steak knife will do you in
I stick you in your abdomen
While I stab and grin
Slabs of fat I trim off your ribs of a broad
You'll get stuck by a sword and
Hung by an extension cord
'Cause, I can't afford to
Let a victim escape
I tie 'em up with drapes then
I step on 'em like grapes
I look great in my new leather
Jacket buddy you couldn't hack it
So take it off 'cause I'm here to tax it
For my own use, I got goons out on the loose
I'll put your head on a plaque like a moose
Out of death I'm produced my
Mind to my scratchin'
That'll be your final lesson
That you'll learn
I won't let you miss your turn
To burn on my rotisserie
I lick the cherry with my
Merry men from the forest
I kill women with gauntlets
Before the fog lifts
I'll wrap you up with Reynolds then
Beat you down with paddles
Outside book hallows with Carnage
At the maidenless battles
And when you enter the center of my pentagram
You'll get soak
You bet we'll clear the result
Leave you dead men
Dead women, and dead children
I practice senseless killin'
On innocent civilians
I read the Devil's creed before
I pull my evil deeds
Eyes bleed when they see the Devil in me
I'm guided by a sinister force
My blades'll chop and cut and leave
You redder than spaghetti sauce
Goretex, Goretex hit the flex, leavin'
Go ahead and stab 'em

Aw yeah kid, aw yeah Reverend
Goretex blowin' up the spot
I'mma blow up the spot like this!
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up

Rest in Peace Nicole Brown you're
Chillin' in a pine box
The blood's red like fox on
Your body playin' Hopscotch
Chronic drug use got my brain iller
Home alone puffin' cannabis at six
I ate the babysitter
Salt N Pepa's under my trance
They my finest slaves
S&M page, my life is tragic like John Haze
Verbally psychotic like Ced Gee
It's Henry Lucas who I be
Call me Belushi when I OD
The fun is just beginnin'
Shootin' godsmack with River
I stand and deliver with slime
To make you shiver
I'm Black Belt Jones I get
More iller than the shear
Slice you from ear to ear
I'm more porno than Richard Gere
I'm the supplier in rehabs I
Have the Gift of Gab
To give stunts crabs and
Pus-filled vaginal scabs
I stand tall, Candy Samples I ball
I'm Reverend Goretex and all my
Peeps call me Creepy Crawl
I wait in Heaven with the 357
I put it to God's head
Then wait for Armageddon
I got more body parts, kid
Than Dahmer's kitchen please, hate me
I pass it to the next Mortician!

Word, ILL BILL, check it, word
Is bond, ILL BILL, uh, programmed to kill!
Haaa!

I be analyzing bio-rhythms
Leavin' my victims with incisions
My sensory see catastrophic visions
Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur
In retrospect I infect your innards
Just like an ulcer
Then I twist facial features
Like Rocky Dennis, when I menace
It's horrendous
My bloody appetite's tremendous
Enormous, watch the metamorphosis
Stickin' snitches through orifices
Remorseless are my thoughts
When I catch a corpse
I dabble in the arts of the forbidden
Leavin' carcass on top of carcass
Maggot ridden regardless
I am psychahnhhasehhahh ahhh check it
Reports provided by Department of Forensics
Reveal nothing reminiscent of murder
On these premises
The only evidence be in the body
No fingerprintssss
Or murder weapons located but they follow me
Constantly I'm under surveillance
Numerous federal agencies provide
Local police interference
So now there's mad hemoglobin
Left upon my freezer frozen from head
Down to the toes in
Pieces of people I've taken then I re-animate
Beyond the gates
I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate
I'll make you submit when I dominate
Nothing you could ever do could
Restrain my campaign of hate!
I measure my pleasure by the amount of
Pain I inflict during your torture, Officer
I'll make you suffer
Forget the gats I'm about to
Hit you with the axe
Laugh while your skull cracks
The whole coloderm wax!

Change the beat up, Riz
Change the beat up, Riz riz got it
Riz got it - Change the beats
Y'all see Rizzo
- Y'all kids is ill! Y'all also y'all on
A whole different kind of vibe yo
Necrophiliac and the Goons
- They're illin' up here! Haha!

I had sex with Sarafina
I'll crush your skull with a huge phallus
Like Alex did to the ballerina
But not Natasha, I live next to Danasha
I kill females with male pudendum like Sasha
I know you hate my rhymes of crud
Like Albert Fish I ate Grace Budd
I ejaculate blood
In a pot, your mammary glands I'm stirrin'
I'll have you work up a
Sweat 'til you're thirsty
Then make you drink my urine
Your flesh, Necro recycles
I do porn like Sean Michaels
Tom Byron and T t boy
I'll bust nuts on Angie Bower
You diss you'll be found dead in
The dark alley like Ron Hightower
I'll be killing cock diesel
Broads from Gold's Gym
As my bloody black member
Swings like a pendulum
Peace out to all you jailbirds doing bids
I eat decapitated squids I kill
Kids that sport skids
I'm gonna lick your mama's bloody fetus
I go to the village and kill
Grunge girls that sport Adidas
I'm eating my dinner on the
Back of a white slave
I defecate on the whole idea of wack rave
I'm gonna make you eat my crap
If you can't rap I'll strangle
You with Rage's bra strap
Necrophiliac pass it to Captain Carnage
Captain Carnage!

Helium bombs get hailed for joy
I roll out with the
Convoy on Operation: Destroy
In the soil the bodies are deeply squished
The trail of organs lead to the ambush
I hold position until you've arrived
Every hound in the pack know
To take no man alive
I'm driven by the thirst for blood
My dogs don't die a full canteen
Is only worth one chug
I cook scrubs in to grub with rubber gloves
I remove your guts like shrubs
I'm out like the glands of your damsel that I
Manhandle in my nylon tent lit by candles
I want my brain scrambled
And my balls charred
I shall be isolated like a retard into
The penitentiary is where they're sendin' me
'Cause, I have the identity
Of a Hellbound entity
Take the time to examine and I'll
Do you in like a famine
Through a bow that I throw
I guarantee be landin'
On your fuckin' grill, blood rushes to spill
Are you ready to kill? So down you fell
So get lost before I throw
Your corpse in the tractor
On a never long is a comin' of a chipped
I laugh when I hit you up in axe
I blow up the spot with Glocks
And flocks to your weak skull
My swingin' sweet gold
I stalk people like a Speagle
And like a Beagle i sense shit
I'll slap you senseless until your balls is
Covered with blemish! I hope you die!

Oh yeah represent, represent, like this
Like this!

It's the hobo sniffin' blow got
More steps than Chario
And if you home alone smack
The monkey to your stereo
And if you're a horny girl
And listenin' to Riz cut
Take out the bent wires and shove
'em up your damn butt!
It's the Reverend, call me God, Satan
Grimace, the Menace
I'm clutchin' more areolas than dentists
You see me on the streets
You better Hail Satan
Nightstalker Beelzebub
I'll see you with my knob!
In my stinky tub Alicia Rio's rocking
So what's up?
Next to a copy of 40 Plus and D Cup
I'm leavin' NYPD Blue
I'll asphyx you too kid
My boys attack like a pack of crazed Jews
In Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights and Brighton Beach
I be the Blood Sucking Freak
Shootin' jelly on your cheeks like Rocco S
(t) iffredi with the hot rod I'm ready
My aim is steady
Point blank with my veiny machete
I burn flesh to a crisp
You front on my digit's
You'll be attacked by a
Tribe of African midgets
I'mma Biggie like Smalls plead
Do me like ribbons
I'll make ya disappear like the
Breasts of Robin Givens
I threaten the world by putting
M80's in my mouth to blow a part of my lips
They're hangin' like Satan's nips
We die young so I'mma go out blastin'
And kill yourself you best believe
That I'mma die laughin'!
ILL BILL blow it up!

Word, check it out, yo

I be gettin' backrubs in
Backrooms of S&M clubs i'm on drugs
During sex I use anal beads and butt plugs
I'm holdin' hookers' doodie holes hostage
I spend my nights on 42nd Street
Searchin' for chicks that's into bondage
Torture tactics I practice
Tear up your mattress kidnap an actress
Then activate vibrating plastics
My zany antics keep the ladies frantic
And when I sodomize a
Secretary I'm very romantic
It must be all them
Evil substances, cigarettes
And black coffee
I'm smokin' crack rock laced with morphine!
I guess you could say I'm a junkie
One sprinkle of coke on my
Genitalia makes me mad spunky
I like to be a role model
Picture me on the screen with a bloody
Butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle
People will think "what were they thinkin'?"
But then who would've thought that OJ
Simpson would turn into Joel Rifkin?
Necrophiliac, Necrophiliac
Put the knife in they damn back!

Please don't be nice to me
I torture rave kids that look like Jon Lovitz
Bend forward kid, and taste your own crevice
I sodomize with Glocks strangle
You with socks don't you dare ruin my dinner
Of chopped up female buttocks!
I'm gonna bring
Evil to all species then defecate feces
Down the throats of he-shes
I murdered Andy Gibb
I got Nina Hartley's decrepit body
Stashed out in John Stagliano's crib
No fib, I'm mad porno like Rocco Siffredi
Give me a machete and you'll be
Left with a bloodsoaked titty
Before I eat you I left your corpse settle
I'm into Death Metal
I'm distorted like the distortion pedal
I'm down with Captain Carnage
Ready to eat your cartilage
Reverend Goretex got the
Hundred round cartridge
For the Calico 950 to rob your pills
And ILL BILL's got the krills
Lord Black Soap got the thick
Rope to Hang the Pope
You can't cope, 'cause there's no hope
ERiz Hustler give me some mersh and bricks
So I can sell the kids
In Canarsie some fat nicks
Ming the Merciless
Made Connie Chung drink your piss
And send Soon-Yi Prev (in) to Heaven
I be the septic schizo
I'm cutting up your body
Like the hands of Yussie Rizzo
Gore too, Dennis the Menace and JEZ
Don't kill nobody don't kill nobody
Unless you got the shotty
I pass it over to Captain Carnage
Captain Carnage

I keep cash in check 'cause I'mma cook
I don't play by the book and lookin'
For the dirty looks on the grill
Posin' like he's ill
Hold 'em still so I can
Fill 'em up with lumps
I beat down chumps for kicks
I swing dicks with the mentally sick I roll
I stroke my pole, to porno mags and tapes
I kill crabs and flakes
With fuckin' rope and blades I cut
Throats I float like a goat
In my town I'm alone
I walk the street like a lunatic spook
I kick more butts than a movie gook
Girls wanna play my flute
When I'm dressed in business suit's
They think I'm cute, but they get the boot
I'm spreadin' like an epidemic I wouldn't
Slide up in it without latex
I don't play with sex
'cause that's like playin'
With Russian Roulette
Staaand back because I am about
To blow up, show up, my
Lip, fuckin' lip, fuck and now
I pass it to Goretex, lip!

Oh yeah oh yeah, check it out, check it out
Check it out

I'm convinced that only hope and peace
Is the butchery of human beings
I'm hangin' Whoopi with the G-string
I kill strictly by ritual no
Question I'm the spiritual
Leader like Manson on LSD I'm dancin'
Master of Macabre I'm Ralphus
With the blowgun ghetto women I rub
To all you listeners kneel and bob
I'm makin' families grieve
A Wildman like Steve
My meat cleave will make
You believe then bleed!
I'm killin' six lovely girls
For Satan's flesh eaters
My shooting of Morphine I was
Jammin' with the meters!
Close your eyes and picture all
The rugged Jews I'm Sammy
If you diss I'll leave you more
Maggot ridden than John Candy!
On my wall all you honey's mams
Canarsie's full of Son of Sams
I'm dipped with KISS boots and jams
I plead insanity, to Hip-Hop like Shakur
I'm buckin' at cops
My crew are spics jews and wops
Nigs and gooks with Glocks
All locked in detox
Peace to Uncle Howie pushin' mad
Bags of crushed rocks!
Pass it to ILL CanniBILL represent!

Word, check it out yo
I'm turnin' red blood cells into dead blood
Cells using microscopic utensils
Within your entrail
Pushin' the limit's of your chromosomes
Sittin' on the throne of
The human bone sitting
With my cellular phone
I walk alone into pandemonium
Utilizing plutonium to build a
Bigger better stronger weapon
I sense the presence of great evil
So I embrace and drain every bit
Of the power source conceivable
Bringing about the beginning of
Ending upsetting a
Crucifier tending to your so-called Messiah
Within the fire, I eulogize planetary demise
Feeling energized, as another planet, dies!
And nothing
Could never really make me give a damn about
Anything you care about so why even bother?
The blood I spill could fill
The entire New York Harbor
So hang the Holy Father
And light the candelaaabraaa!
Word is bond yo, Goons in the house, showdown

- There you have it, right here 903 FM WBAU
Controversial to say
The least! Y'all on some other stuff
You know, is ill, hahaha
Y'all wanna say anything?
- Yo, ILL BILL I wanna give
A shout out to Fatal, i
Wanna give a shout out, to
My boy Soap, Black Soap, black Danny!
- Haha!
- Your son, you know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna give a shout out
To all you people that pressed record
And you loved the filthiness
All you people that like the
DIRT you love it!
- That's where Riz get that from, from y'all!
- Yo, one more thing
One more thing before I pass it
To Goretex, I wanna give a
Shout out to ERiz Hustler, with all
The pounds, I wanna give a
Shout out, to Yussie Rizzo, for cuttin'
Up the phat beats, you know
What I'm sayin'? Riz Markie
Like the Dun-Dunkin' Donuts! Chill!
- Yo I wanna give a shout
Out to Art Neville, DJ Riz
Mack 10, my awesome kid Elijah
Danny Terio, all the Goons
You know what I'm sayin'?
- Danny Terio, hahaha!
- Wildman Steve, for being
Fly, for being godly
All the Heads, everybody who
Smokes crack, Bobbito, bobbito & Stretch
- Oh shit, ahahaha! - He said
He said? He talk right? He said Bobbito?
He gave a shout to Bobbito bob!
- Yussie Rizzo, Melle Mel, Cowboy
All the heads nuff respect! They gave us jobs
- The way he said he spoke right
He gave a shout to Bobbito - Yo, yo yo yo
So yo Necrophiliac just wants to say
If anybody's interested in signin' us
(yo yo) , we're really open for it, but we're
Hated, nobody wants to sign
Us, nobody wants us
Don't pay attention to a word I said!
- Nobody loves us!
- Yo yo yo you forgot to give
A shout out to Ed Powers, b
Ed Powers and John Stagliano and
Ron Heights and Shawn Michael
- Eric West, Mo Bigsley
Titty Boy up in here!
- Randy Spears (Dirty Dirt)
- FM Bradley, baby! - Forever!
- Hahaha! - FM Bradley!
- Yo yo yo I can't forget about
Felipe and Rocco Siffredi! Nina-Nina Hartley!
- Word is bond
- Yo Ron Jeremy, you got him yo!
- Yo yo homeboy can suck
His own phallus in 'em, yo!
- Herschel Savage! - I see Nec'
- Herschel Savage!
- Y'all get ill-y'all get ill though
- We got to give props to Felipe
- What about John Holmes?
- John Holmes, for his dead cadaver
- Rest in Peace John Holmes
He infected Sissy Lynn in Europe yo!
- Rest in Peace Savannah!
Rest in Peace Savannah! - Savannah died?
- She's dead! Dead and stinkin'!
- Word up? For what? For what?
- I don't know she just deaded, she went POP!
- Word up? Word up ha, oh wow that's deep
- Yo yo and God bless Charlie
Sheen for bonein' Ginger Lynn, word up
- What about Long Down Silver?
- She killed herself she was crazy yo
- He can say that, you fucked up hahaha!
- Shouts to Poorly Shaw, for eatin' mamilla
- Poorly Shaw, alright y'all
Thanks for comin' on down
- It's all good, stay alive
- Everybody wanna sign us, call me
Hook us up with a deal
- Y'all keep it-y'all keep it real though
- Please!
- We're all gonna be dead with syringes
Filled with heroin poked in our arms
- FInd us in - We die young, we die young!
- We'll all be dead soon, you better
Sign us soon 'cause we'll be dead
Get us now - I hear that, alright
(please, Bobbito, please, Bobby) thank y'all
For comin' on down tonight
Alright, we got the-we got the
GZA comin' up next, keep it locked
In right here commercial free, 903 FM
You just heard the Goons
They on some other stuff, we
Gon' go there, alright yo, stay up