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ill bill - the most sadistic lyrics

[verse 1: necro]
dancing on your grave like baryshnikov, i’ll rip you off
leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
then rape your f-cking wife until my d-ck is soft
till the flesh is peeling off, i’m a devil concealed in cloth
walk, walk, or get stabbed with a fork
you got a hole in your stomach
so plug it up with a cork, you dork
lots of blood loss, red cross
couldn’t help your dead boss, cut his head off
brutal; s-d-stic – the only way
i’ll be remembered after i’m dismembered
and my bones decay
a rap legend – to the aggressionary session
my inventions of tension and powerful progression
it’s time – for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
hit your mind like consuming strychnine
for all the sh-lls, clips and glocks
you stepping to me with a weapon
you’ll be repping your clique in a box

[chorus: necro]
the most s-d-stic, you think not?
you might get shot, put ‘em in a plot
we ain’t playing – we ain’t rhyming for nothing
yo this sh-t is our life, so lemme tell you something
if you ever diss me i’mma bring it to you
got a crew of psychopaths that’ll stab you up too
now say violence! (violence) death! (death)
yo there ain’t nothing left to say, this sh-t’s fresh

[verse 2: ill bill]
i’ll k!ll, you could be my latest victim
i’ll take a sh-t on your brain and make you sniff it
p-ss on your b-tch’s t-ts and make you l!ck it
f-cking maggot! you probably f-cked a hundred f-ggots
you’re a g-y thug that love jail and love getting your -ss ripped
come around here acting hardcore, you never did dirt
you gonna get yourself hurt, pull up your pink skirt
your pink panties, get your wig damaged
go eat a d-ck sandwich, i can’t stand this motherf-cker
make this b-tch vanish from the planet
i’ll hit you like a ton of granite
get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can’t win
i’ll stab you in the head with shish kebab sticks
while watching mob fl!cks, nasty like armpits
when i be sucking on your mom’s t-ts
she’s my b-tch, she on my d-ck
tell that trick to stop calling my crib
why’d you say she wanted to k!ll the b-tch?
smoking green clove, walking around town flossing the free clothes
doper than special k exploding in a fiend’s nose

[chorus: necro]

- ill bill lyrics

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