Reign In Blood
Ill Bill Lyrics


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Verse 1 (Ill Bill)

I'm the creep in the mask, snapped of disease from the lab
I chop my enemies in half wit guillotines and laugh
I speak the language of magnums, poppin' off ya top & splatterin' faggots, a fuckin' bloodbath o' madness
Well man I had tantrums wit automatics, pimps hustlas bitches and torture-addicts, worse than any thought you could imagine
Kidnap an entire school of bible-kids; The ransom is a stolen stash of black-market software and microchips
I learned to rob banks with laptops from the home of the have-nots
Our soldiers be drinkin blood like tampons
We blood-thirstier than vampires, Blessed by the reverend head to toe, spit tha chrome till my hand's tired

(Chorus)

So it's rainin' blood, from a lacerated sky blastin guns and knives
I hate you that you fascinated by, So it's (reign) in blood, from a masturbating sky stab you in the eyes, fuck wit me you're guaranteed to die (X2)

Verse 2 (Necro)

I'm a robotic murderer with a computer in my spine, my creator has programmed me to kill you wit' a rhyme
Exterminate, execute, mangle and slaughter, stab-bludgeon-rip to pieces- that's my orders
Nothin human on earth can stop me, a tank blasting out my chest through my brain couldn't drop me
Adamantium armor, wires and chips, electricity runnin' through my system makes me flip
My database is filled with hate images of serial killers, downloaded into my brain from tape
Berkowicz, Manson, Daimler, Rifkin, Gacy and Bundy I transform in an instant to KILL, everything that lives, I got M-16's attatched to my metallic ribs and I'm blastin all you government officials, till you're dead tissue, it's rainin' blood kid I'll KILL YOU





(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ill Bill and Necro’s song Reign in Blood are a depiction of grandiose violence and destruction. Ill Bill’s verse 1 starts with him referring to himself as a creep in a mask, someone who has been infected with a disease from a lab, making him more dangerous. He takes pleasure in chopping his enemies with guillotines and speaks the language of magnums. He is proud of popping off his opponent’s head and creating a blood-soaked, homicidal frenzy. His heinousness is extreme, surpassing any imagination. He is willing to kidnap an entire school of bible-kids and asks for a stolen stash of black-market software and microchips as ransom. He has learned to rob banks with laptops and drinks blood like tampons. The lyrics highlight the macabre and wicked, aligning imagery with darkness and dungeon-like aesthetics.


Necro’s verse takes up the vigilante narrative to another level when he claims that he is a robotic murderer with a computer in his spine, programmed to kill with rhymes. He is impervious to any human weapon and armor, with wires, chips and M-16s attached to his metallic frame. He has an extensive data-bank of hate images of serial killers, which he uses to transform into a killing machine, mowing down everyone, including government officials. The chorus describes the raining of blood, from a lacerated sky blasting guns and knives, indulging in frequent images of torture and murder, symbolizing the deep-seated rage that these rappers possess, which they project onto the listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the creep in the mask, snapped of disease from the lab
I am the sinister person in a mask who is a victim of unnatural diseases created in labs


I chop my enemies in half wit guillotines and laugh
I split my foes into two pieces using guillotines, and enjoy seeing them suffer


I speak the language of magnums, poppin' off ya top & splatterin' faggots, a fuckin' bloodbath o' madness
I am proficient in using magnum guns to shoot off the head of anyone, which results in an insane massacre


Well man I had tantrums wit automatics, pimps hustlas bitches and torture-addicts, worse than any thought you could imagine
I have acted violently with automatic weapons, prostitutes, dealers, and torture-addicts which is even beyond anyone's imagination


Kidnap an entire school of bible-kids; The ransom is a stolen stash of black-market software and microchips
I have abducted an entire school of religious children, and the ransom I ask for is a stolen collection of black-market software and microchips.


I learned to rob banks with laptops from the home of the have-nots
I have developed expertise in using laptops to steal from banks, procuring it from poor people.


Our soldiers be drinkin blood like tampons
Our soldiers are so savage that they drink blood like tampons.


We blood-thirstier than vampires, Blessed by the reverend head to toe, spit tha chrome till my hand's tired
We are more thirsty for blood than vampires, and we start killing until our guns give out, even if we are blessed from head to toe by a holy man.


I'm a robotic murderer with a computer in my spine, my creator has programmed me to kill you wit' a rhyme
I am a robot designed to kill, powered by a computer embedded in my spine. My creator has programmed me to slay my adversaries using my lyrics.


Exterminate, execute, mangle and slaughter, stab-bludgeon-rip to pieces- that's my orders
My orders are to eliminate, execute, mutilate, and slaughter by stabbing, bludgeoning, and ripping the victim apart.


Nothin human on earth can stop me, a tank blasting out my chest through my brain couldn't drop me
I cannot be stopped by any human-made technology. Even if a tank were to blast me through my chest or head, I will not be killed.


Adamantium armor, wires and chips, electricity runnin' through my system makes me flip
I am made of adamantium armor, wires, and chips. Electric voltage running through my veins makes me go berserk.


My database is filled with hate images of serial killers, downloaded into my brain from tape
My database contains a lot of data on the killing tendencies of serial killers, stored on tapes.


Berkowicz, Manson, Daimler, Rifkin, Gacy and Bundy I transform in an instant to KILL, everything that lives, I got M-16's attatched to my metallic ribs and I'm blastin all you government officials, till you're dead tissue, it's rainin' blood kid I'll KILL YOU
I can identify myself with various notorious killers like Berkowicz, Manson, Daimler, Rifkin, Gacy, and Bundy. I can transform myself into them instantly to get the job done. Using my M-16 gun attached to my metallic ribs, I will start killing government officials until they turn into flesh and bones. The sky turns red like blood as I kill you.




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Benjamin MB

i fucking love these lyrics

Vulgar Hyena

Necro and his bro Bill here in their prime!

MrMondoNuts

That line m16s attached to my metallic ribs. Shit is sick

safc_ali_ftm

Track is a homage to Slayer (The Greatest Thrash Metal/Crossover Thrash Band ever) album Reign In Blood which lay the blueprint for all genres of extreme metal + extreme punk) the genres of Death Metal, Deathgrind, Grindcore, Horrorcore Rap, Death Rap, Acid Rap etc. would not be what it is today if this album was never performed & recorded, yeah there may have been a few early prototype extreme bands but Slayer set the bar for extreme (mainly from fastest and heaviest instrumentation) the more extreme drumming, guitar distortion, bass distortion and way heavier extreme vocals came from later bands, plus Horrorcore Rap + Death Rap etc. came from bands & crews with interest in rhymes around horror and evil (both real world + fictional world based vocals just alike Metal + Punk crews)

DjTheDon614

Ill Bill snaps

M.L. Crow

Dope

Nicholas Albeck

Get your ligaments drilled battlin me is like conflict with a convict my ignorance kills When I go nuts bullets enter you like cinnamon filled entenmans donuts they're delicious with milk

Raw Dawg

Entenman donuts? I often wondered about that part. I never heard of those.

Nicholas Albeck

@Raw Dawg I think they're regional. It's a store-bought donut. And they make sweet cakes etc. White box blue lettering.

Ryan Stobaugh

Welcome to the PAR-TING kids!!!

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