WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito Promo (1st Appearance on WKCR)

By Necro (2001)
On album Rare Demos & Freestyles Vol. 2 (2001)

Rare Demos & Freestyles Vol. 2
(Intro)
[Ill Bill]

Yo, Ill Bill in the motherfuckin' house
'bout to get busy
Word (is) bond

Now I'mma ram my fuckin' Glock like a cock up your asshole
I open your fuckin' skull, prepare brain casserole
Natural, with no fuckin' preservatives
When I murder kids, I make certain the fuckin' blood's squirtin'

Close the curtain
Push the punk off the fuckin' plank
I be turnin' Coca-Cola cans into shanks

Twist the fuckin' flesh in grotesque contortions
I use a chainsaw when I'm performin' an abortion

Use caution before you're caught up in the world of body catchin'
Chop up fuckin' faggots into fractions

My [?] blast your motherfuckin' ass out the frame
Attach it to my gat
Clip the fuckin' 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 makin' moves?
You lose, because I gots the Ill Bill blues

Nah, Ill Bill's the fuckin' name, don't wear it out
I grab you by your fuckin' throat then I tear it out

My whereabouts are unknown to the authorities
I fulfill my gory needs, committin' gory deeds

The talk is all: "Bananas[?] school 'em all"
Make you sure rockin'[?], see you on my [?]
Bring your bloody mess

Make a nigga 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 'til there is no fuckin' blood left in your system, (Say What?)
Pus pourin' out your eye sockets like you was pissin'[?]

(BRIDGE)
Word is bond

[Necro]
Pass the headphones, (To Necrophiliac)
Now pass the headphones
To Necrophiliac, (Ill Bill)

[Ill Bill]
What you gonna do?
Grab the headphones
And do the boogalo

[Necro]
Necrophiliac
Nineteen ninety gore
Necrophiliac
Nineteen ninety gore

(VERSE)
My castration hand is steady
So bitch are you ready
To get your dick chopped off wit' a machete?

When it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative
You're gonna need a sedative when you get tortured by this fuckin' native

My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die on two hooks through your fuckin' tits

Nigga 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 fuckin' 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 Storm trooping and marching

Here's another plight for spite
My drill bit goes through the left side of your brains
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 in slugs


(VERSE 2)
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 were murdered
I'm responsible for a hundred homosexual murders

Never ate[?] sticks[?]
Or got molested with friends
I'll rape in Philly[?] and kill that mother fuckin' 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 fuckin' men cry

The world's greatest intellectuals
Knew there should be a --
Death penalty for confused male bisexuals

I ain't down with no fuckin' homo charade
My serenade supports sniping queers at the gay parade

Even a hardcore fag couldn't harm me
I say we kick every 'takin'-it-up-the-ass' nigga out the army

Kill military faggots like cattle
'cause we can't have soldiers gettin' 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

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