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Ill Bill Lyrics

Ahhhhhh, it's necro!
Necro introduces himself with a loud exclamation.

Yo, the most morbid overdose off it like cindy crawford's baby comatose in the coffin
The rapper claims to be extremely morbid, similar to a comatose baby in a coffin.

I'm awful, often unlawful
The rapper admits to being terrible and frequently breaking the law.

Crack you with a softball in your skull until you've lost all memory, every morsel
The rapper threatens to hit someone with a softball until they forget everything.

Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street while you duplicate the beat (BITER!)
The rapper claims to be improving the music scene while accusing others of copying him.

Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat
The rapper threatens to severely injure someone, leaving them looking like bloody meat.

I've got a gun to pull and I'm comfortable, pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull
The rapper boasts about carrying a gun and confidently aiming for someone's head.

Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld with bigger holes in you than the cunt of your girl
The rapper suggests someone's death is not reversible and they will face consequences in the afterlife. He also insults someone's girlfriend.

Bustin off like I'm huntin for squirrels, a bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls
The rapper aggressively fires a gun, causing severe damage to someone's body.

And that's that, you bullshit artists, you can catch an ass cap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack
The rapper dismisses fake artists and threatens to shoot through their backpacks.

Through an intruder's chest right through the flesh, shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap, like hookers from budapest
The rapper describes stabbing someone and devalues life by comparing it to cheap prostitutes.

You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead, dead
The chorus emphasizes someone's death.

Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs, my thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab or a crack drag or a Black Flag
The other rapper, Ill Bill, describes his personal demons attacking his mind.

Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide, you and I collide member suit and ties arrive
Ill Bill references a TV show and discusses a collision with someone in a suit and tie, possibly signifying a clash with authority.

Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated, then some other motherfucker levitated
The rapper describes a drug-induced dream where he and another person levitate.

Talkin bout some vampire shit like he's dedicated, decapitated that fuckin faggot then I celebrated
The rapper describes a person speaking about vampires and subsequently celebrating their death.

Fuckin with me you fuckin with psychos, gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes
The rapper warns others that he and his associates are dangerous and violent.

It's like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is to kill you, spill your blood everywhere, like the broken glass of wine
The rapper compares life to a game of chance, admits to enjoying drama, and expresses his desire to kill someone.

And under the path of disaster of a mastermind designed to blast a nine, fuck these bitches, love the cash and crime
The rapper reveals his intentions to carry out violent plans and prioritize money over women.

And we all sick, quick to torture you, cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat like you sniffed a pound of coke, you start to choke
The rapper admits to being sick and threatening to castrate and gag someone in a brutal manner.

You're dead dead, you're dead dead, you're dead dead, dead
The chorus repeats the theme of death.