In late 1994, MC Serch (of 3rd Bass fame) took his protégé Sabac Red and teamed him up with DJ Eclipse and Ill Bill, thereby creating the group known as Non Phixion. Within six months Goretex, a childhood friend of Ill Bill, had joined the crew after freestyling for MC Serch. MC Serch did not appear in Non Phixions first album "The Future Is Now". Non Phixion made two studio albums and a promotional tape named "The Past, The Present And The Future Is Now" that was released before their first album "The Future Is Now", all Non Phixion's work is highly regarded in the underground hip hop scene. Ill Bills brother Necro produced a lot of material for Non Phixion, including most of "The Past, The Present And The Future Is Now" and several other tracks from "The Green CD" and "The Future Is Now".
Circle of Tyrants was an underground hip hop group consisting of Necro, Ill BIll, Mr Hyde and Goretex. The group only released one album, named "The Circle of Tyrants" which was released in 2005 under Necro's Psycho-Logical-Records. Necro produced all tracks on this album. Though only releasing one album, these four members often collaborated at the same time on the members solo albums.
Founded in late 2005 with no intention to record an album, La Coka Nostra was more a loose collective of artists connected through Danny Boy than a group. Having taken time off from rap after the break-up of House of Pain, Danny Boy took to working in video production and fashion as well as mentoring other artists. He met Slaine in Boston and, impressed with his writing, brought him to L.A. to record some tracks. Eventually it turned into more of a group effort including the former members of House of Pain and Ill Bill, it was announced that Everlast would be leaving La Coka Nostra due to his daughter's medical issues.
Heavy Metal Kings is a group featuring veteran rappers Ill Bill (Non Phixion/La Coka Nostra) and Vinnie Paz (Jedi Mind Tricks/Army of the Pharaohs). In 2006, Ill Bill was featured on the single "Heavy Metal Kings" by hip hop duo Jedi Mind Tricks, released through Babygrande Records.
Ill Bill and Vinnie Paz have since combined forces to form a group of the same name, "Heavy Metal Kings," and record a full self-titled album to be released April 5, 2011 through Enemy Soil/Uncle Howie.
Heavy Metal Kings 2 was officially confirmed and recording in 2013. It was announced that the album would be in stores in 2014 however as of March 2015 has yet to be released.
Heavy Metal Kings VS DJ Muggs was posted to be in the works by an associated producer on 2011, to this date this album has had no more updates or information released. It is not known if this album is still in the works.
The Most Sadistic
Ill Bill Lyrics
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Check this shit, bitch
For all you slime buckets
All over the land
Peep it
Dancin on your grave like Boris, nigga
I'll rip you up, leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
Till the flesh is peelin off
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
What! What! Or get stabbed what the fuck?
You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up
Wit a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, Red Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
And my balls decay, a rap legend
For the aggresionary session
My inventions of tention are powerful progression
It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit ya mind like it's someone's Tec 9
To those that shove clips in glocks
You step up to me wit a weapon, you'll be reppin
Ya click in a box
[Chorus]
The most sadistic!
You think not? You might get shot?
Put em in a box! We ain't playin
We ain't rhymin for nuttin
Yo the shit is alive, lemme tell you somethin
If you go against me, I'm a 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 nuttin left to say the shit's fresh
[Ill Bill]
I kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your grave and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitches tits and make you lick it
Fuckin faggot! You probably fucked 100 faggots
You a gay thug that love jail and love gettin ya
Ass ripped, come around here, actin hardcore?
You never did dirt, you gonna get your ass hurt
Pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties
Get ya wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich
I can't stand this motherfucker, make the bitch
Vanish from the planet, I'll eat you like a ton
Of granite, get your blood splattered, face bashed
In, you can't win, I'll stab you in the head wit
Shishkabob sticks, while watchin mob flicks
Nasty like armpits, when I be suckin of your Moms tits, she's my bitch, get off my dick
Tell the bitch to stop callin my crib,
Why? She say you want to kill the bitch
Smokin green coke, walkin down the street, flossin
The free clothes doper than Special K explodin in
The fiends nose
[Chorus]
The song "Sadistic" by Ill Bill and Necro is a dark and violent track that talks about murder, rape, and other gruesome crimes that are too hard to imagine. The aggressive and confrontational lyrics of the song depict two killers who are proud of their actions and have no remorse about the lives they have taken. In the first verse, Necro talks about how he will find and kill his enemies and leave their bodies in the desert for vultures to pick at. He also speaks of raping his victim's wife, flesh peeling off, and being a devil concealed in cloth, showing his sadistic nature. The second verse by Ill Bill, too, is filled with gruesome acts of violence, such as defiling his victim's grave, pissing on their lover's tits, and stabbing them with shishkabob sticks.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the sadistic nature of the artists, insisting that they are the most sadistic and anyone who opposes them is in danger. This repetitive and aggressive chorus only amplifies the violent nature of the song.
Overall, the song paints a picture of a grotesque world where killers roam freely, and no one is safe. The lyrics of the song exhibit a level of aggression and violence that is rarely found in music, promising the listeners an intense and unforgettable experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Check this shit, bitch
Listen to what we're saying, you dirty scumbag.
Dancin on your grave like Boris, nigga
I'll celebrate your death by dancing on your grave like Boris Yeltsin.
I'll rip you up, leave you in the desert till the vultures strip your corpse
I'll tear you apart, leave your body in the desert until scavengers eat the last of you.
And rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft
I'll rape your wife until I'm no longer aroused by the act.
Till the flesh is peelin off
Until her skin peels away from the roughness.
I'm a devil concealed in cloth
I'm the hidden devil that wears clothes, ready to unleash hell on you.
Or get stabbed what the fuck?
Either submit or face physical harm.
You got a whole in ya stomach, so plug it up
You have a hole in your stomach, stop it from bleeding.
Wit a cork, you dork
Use a cork to stop the bleeding, dummy.
Lots of blood loss, Red Cross, couldn't help ya dead balls, cut his head off
You'll lose a lot of blood, even the Red Cross can't save you. You're dead, so I'll just cut off your head.
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
Only brutality and sadism matter.
I'll be remembered after I'm dismembered
My reputation for being violent will outlive me even after my body is dismembered.
And my balls decay, a rap legend
Even when my body rots, I'll still be a legendary rapper.
For the aggresionary session
For the session where aggression is allowed.
My inventions of tention are powerful progression
My ideas of tension allow me to progress in the music industry.
It's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
It's time for insane and disturbing lyrics.
Hit ya mind like it's someone's Tec 9
My rhymes hit your mind like a gun.
You step up to me wit a weapon, you'll be reppin
If you confront me with a weapon, you are representing your own death wish.
Ya click in a box
Your crew will be in a coffin.
The most sadistic!
I am the most sadistic person.
You think not? You might get shot?
Don't doubt my sadism, or you might just end up dead.
Put em in a box! We ain't playin
We'll put you in a coffin, and we're not joking.
We ain't rhymin for nuttin
We're not rapping for no reason.
Yo the shit is alive, lemme tell you somethin
This is real, let me explain it to you.
If you go against me, I'm a bring it to you
If you challenge me, I'll come for you.
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
I have a group of crazy people who will also attack you with knives.
Now say violence, violence, death, death
Chant the words "violence" and "death" with me.
Yo there ain't nuttin left to say the shit's fresh
There's no more to say, the lyrics are unique and original.
I kill, you could be my latest victim
I am a killer, you could be my next target.
I'll take a shit on your grave and make you sniff it
I'll defecate on your grave and make you smell it.
Piss on your bitches tits and make you lick it
I'll urinate on your girlfriend's chest and make you perform oral sex on her.
Fuckin faggot! You probably fucked 100 faggats
You're a homosexual and probably had sex with many other men.
You a gay thug that love jail and love gettin ya
You're a homosexual criminal who enjoys being incarcerated.
Ass ripped, come around here, actin hardcore?
You'll get raped in prison, why come here and act tough?
You never did dirt, you gonna get your ass hurt
You've never been in trouble before, so you're going to get beat up.
Pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties
Expose yourself, unmanly person.
Get ya wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwich
I'll hit you so hard that your wig falls off, now go suck a penis.
I can't stand this motherfucker, make the bitch
I hate this person, let's get rid of him.
Vanish from the planet, I'll eat you like a ton
Disappear from the world, or I will devour you like a huge amount of food.
Of granite, get your blood splattered, face bashed
Blood will fly as I obliterate your face.
In, you can't win, I'll stab you in the head wit
You have no chance of winning, I'll stab you in the head with something sharp.
Shishkabob sticks, while watchin mob flicks
Impale you with skewers, while watching mob movies.
Nasty like armpits, when I be suckin of your Moms tits, she's my bitch, get off my dick
I'm crude like sweaty armpits and I'll even suck on your mother's breasts. She belongs to me, so stop bothering me.
Tell the bitch to stop callin my crib,
Tell your mother to stop calling me.
Why? She say you want to kill the bitch
Because she thinks you want to harm her.
Smokin green coke, walkin down the street, flossin
I'm smoking cocaine and showing off in public.
The free clothes doper than Special K explodin in
The clothing I wear is better than a drug that makes you hallucinate.
The fiends nose
The addicted person's nose.
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@King_Kaimera
I haven’t heard this since 2010, back when I was happy. Love this type of shit, killa c “suicide” was great too.
@blaquenoise
Favorite all-time Necro track Underground.
@daveedarevalo1
Still a fan.. 15 + years later
@DrummerJez86
he seems like such a pleasant fellow
@stacypepsi9708
He just admits it
@freeindialegionenjoyer1999
No 🤣 he just dangerous and be showing signs to bus drivers
@bradmagill5047
I knew a chick who got eaten out by him on stage and in her exact words "he was a super nice guy".
@freeindialegionenjoyer1999
@@bradmagill5047 necro is also funny 🤣 his ig lives are hilarious
@djroundhouse1085
Hence that
@yehor_ivanov
my fav track from this duo. legendary