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

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Now I'm a ram my fucking Glock like a cock up your asshole
I open your fucking skull, prepare brain casserole
Natural, with no fucking preservatives
When I murder kids, I make certain the fucking blood’s squirting
Close the curtain
Push the punk off the fucking plank
I be turning Coca-Cola cans into shanks
Twist the fucking 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 fucking faggots into fractions
My [?] blast your motherfucking ass out the frame
Attach it to my gat
Clip the fucking power, then I aim for your brain
I’m insane, no emotion, psychopathic
Got no respect for human life cause I'm a sick bastard
You gots no gats, so why you making moves?
You lose, because I gots the ILL BILL blues
Nah, ILL BILL's the fucking name, don't wear it out
I grab you by your fucking 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***a blister from his paranoia
Rob your mothers, now I sent some pictures to Fangoria
Plus the Hustler magazine for your pops
Motherfuck the cops, I've got the props
To make you bleed till there's no fucking blood left in your system
Pus pouring out your eye sockets like you was pissing
[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 bitch are you ready
To get your dick 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 fucking native
My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die on two hooks through your fucking tits
N***a you get juxed with a spike
And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach
And take the parts we like
Termites and cockroaches 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 fucking 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 bitch
And dismiss the liquid that's yellow
In the backside of each cunt 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 fucking 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 fucking homo Tom Hanks
I shit all over the gay community
I'm happy if you're a fucking faggot with AIDS and no immunity
And that means you'll eventually die
And at a faggot funeral you see a lot of fucking men cry
The world's greatest intellectuals
Knew there should be a
Death penalty for confused male bisexuals
I ain't down with no fucking 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***a out the army
Kill military faggots like cattle
Cause we can't have soldiers getting dicked 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