The Most Sadistic Lyrics - Ill Bill

Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch 

For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it 

Yo, I'm dancin' on your grave like Borishnikov 

'll rip you off 

Leave you in the desert 'til the vultures strip your corpse 

Then rape your fuckin' wife until my dick is soft 

'Til the flesh is pealin' off 

I'm a devil consealed in cloth 

Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork 

You got a hole in your stomach 

Yo 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, sadistic, the only way 

I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered 

And my bones decay, a rap legend 

Feel the aggressionary session 

My inventions of tension and powerful progression 

It's time for sick rhymes, lunatic lines 

Hit your mind like in someones strict-nine 

For all the shells, clips and glocks 

You step to me with a weapon 

You'll be reppin' your click in a box 

The most sadistic, you think not? 

You might get shot, put 'em in a box 

We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin' 

Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' 

If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you 

Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too 

Now say violence, death 

(Violence, death) 

Yo there ain't nothin' left to say, this shit's fresh 

I'll kill, you could be my latest victim 

I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it 

Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it 

You fuckin' maggot 

You probably fucked one hundred fagots 

You're a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass ripped 

Come around here actin' hardcore 

You never did dirt, you gonna get yourself hurt 

Pull up your pink skirt 

Your pink panties'll get your wig damaged 

Go eat a dick sandwhich 

I can't stand this motherfucker 

Make this bitch 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 wit Shishkebab sticks 

While watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits 

When I be suckin' on you mom's tits 

She my bitch, she on my dick 

Tell that trick to stop callin' my crib 

Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? 

Smokin' green clove 

Walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes 

Doper than Special K 

Explodin' in the fiend's nose 

The most sadistic, you think not? 

You might get shot, put 'em in a box 

We ain't playin', we ain't rhymin' for nothin' 

Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' 

If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you 

Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too 

Now say violence, death 

(Violence, death) 

Yo there ain't nothin' left to say, this shit's fresh