[Intro]
I will need two forms of ID for purposes to verify your age. Make sure you sign that model release, because without that, I'm not gonna be able to use your image of you sucking my cock!
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[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
ILL BILL, the rap Jules Jordan
Call me the hip-hop Joey Silvera
Brazilian bitches beg me to let them blow me forever
We balls deep and we all creeps, the pistols pop
Looking for beautiful girls like Christoph Clark
I need an Evil Angel in my life, waterfront property
More goons with guns that go to war properly
The projects, the gutter, I grew up in poverty
I'm rich now, Uncle Howie Records is a monopoly
Your monstrosity roll with Extreme Associates
My peoples is real deal, your team is a bunch of dicks
We top of the pile, rock it like Nacho Vidal
Locking It down, dropping it liver than Rocco in Prague
I been around the world, partied with all types of girls
From policewomen to strippers, a thousand pearls
A whole boatload of hoes done swallowed my pole
But only a porno bitch can throw me outta control

[Chorus: Non Phixion]×2
Pussy and hard drugs, sawed-off shotguns, we God’s thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced clits
Exotic dancers in love with us, the fuck you think?
[Verse 2: Goretex]
Goretex the young wizard, my life is like a porn set
Drug blizzards, runaway bitches slump dead on my doorstep
Sugar mama's got a crush on Gore
Fist in they ass, twisting nipples, sucking my balls
Tapping the bush, medium rare was mush
She ain't happy unless she got pills and the arm in a tush
Sparking the kush, leaving off the strippers like it's welfare
Hip-Hop polygamist, I'm killing shit (we in the mix!)
Haters obsessed, I be swerving the Benz
My chick's ass is so fucking fat, be hurting her legs
Twenty-eight cadavers, but I ain't heard from the feds
Uncle Howie opium dens we be repping till death
Stay vacant, you American faggot like Clay Aiken
Cum vacuum, you be dancing at raves like AIDS patients
Belly up, we thugging it heavy, my goons ready
Your skull's a deli, my guns turn your head to confetti

[Chorus: Non Phixion]×2

[Verse 3: Sabac Red]
I'm obscene
Enter your nightmares, challenge your dreams
Non Phixion, we the most balanced of teams
My themes and thoughts so deep man, it hurt when I spit
Sabacolypse, conscious lyricist, perverted and sick
Converted the wig of a nationalist
I love them chicks on tour who like flashing their tits
A passionate bitch who take it in the ass
With what's attached to wrist
I'm fast with the fist, a masochist, I'll bastard your kids
Blast at the pigs, 'cause of what they do to the people
I get my dick sucked while I read The Rulers of Evil
I flew with the eagles, swam with the sharks
Damage your heart, I break you down
Built you up as I plan for the march
Stand armed with forty women that are psyched about porn
Form the biggest fucking orgy on the White House lawn
Force the twins to join in, have the both them to blow me
Then make them eat divine twats of Debbie Diamond and Chloe
[Chorus: Non Phixion]×2