Sex With Female Rednecks '94

(专辑： Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 1 - 2001)

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 fucking 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 fucking 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 taking pornographic photos my types of mottos getting busy with dick and pussies into stitches
Stabbing, sticking, super maternal barrel shotties, catching more bodies than the mothafucking Gottis!
Listen up don't interrupt when I lever skirts squirt, you get yo' fucking 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 mothafucking blood spill
All over the place then, spit in your face and, annihilate the whole fucking, human race
Crazy rugged, bugging, flipping, sick and disgusting, mothafucking Glocks I be bustin'!
Off the fucking top, I flip the Hip-Hop, let my, mothafucking Glock go pop
Drop a body off the roof, there's no fucking proof, then I walk away with credit cards and fucking loot!
That's how I'm living, that's how I'm going, stick a butcher knife up your mothafucking 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 fucking slave
Off the fucking top I'll pass it to Ill BILL...
I'll set your fucking goal and use a liablah deals no flop, ahh!

Check it, cut the fucking record, crazy fucking evil, like a fucking weevil
Wabbling, squabbling, with any fucker tryna play me, I'll fucking bite his ass off like I have rabies
I'm fucking sick, you can suck a fucking...

We're done