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porno director - ill bill lyrics

[intro]
i will need two forms of id for purposes to verify your age. make sure you sign that model release. because without that, i’m not gonna be able to use your image of you sucking my c-ck
check it out!

[verse 1: ill bill]
ill bill, the rap jules jordan, call me the hip-hop joey silvera
brazilian b-tches bang me, then let them blow me forever
the b-lls deep, but we all creeps, the pistol’s popped
looking for beautiful girls like christoph clark
i need an evil angel in my life, waterfront property
more goons with guns that go to war properly
the projects, the gutter, i grew up in poverty
i’m rich now, uncle howie records is a monopoly
your monstrosity roll with the dream -ssociates
my team is the real deal, your team is a bunch of d-cks
we top of the pie, rock it like (???)
locking it down, dropping it live and then rock it with pride
i been around the world, partied with all types of girls
from police woman and stripper with thousand pearls
a whole boat-load of hoes done swallowed my pole
but only a p-rno b-tch can throw me out of control

[chorus x2: ill bill, sabac & goretex]
p-ssy and hard drugs, sawed-off shotguns, we god’s thugs
get my c-ck sucked by rock groupies and pop sl-ts
weird chicks, with big t-tties and pierced cl-ts
exotic dancers in love with us, the f-ck you think?

[verse 2: goretex]
goretex the young wizard, my life is like a p-rn set
drug blizzards, runaway b-tches slump dead on my door step
sugar momma’s got a crush on gore
fisting their -ss, twisting nipples, sucking my b-lls
tapping the bush, medium rare was mush
she ain’t happy unless she got pills and the arm in a tush
sparking the kush, leaving off the strippers like it’s welfare
hip-hop, the ligaments, i’m k!lling sh-t (we in the mix)
haters obsessed, i’ll be swerving the benz
my chick’s -ss is so f-cking fat, be hurting her legs
twenty eight cadavers, but i ain’t heard from the feds
uncle howie opium den, we be repping on death
stay baking, you american f-ggot like clay aiken
come back and you be dancing the raves like ave’s patients
belly up, we thugging and heavy, my goons ready
your skull’s a deli, my guns turn your head to confetti

[chorus x2]

[verse 3: sabac]
i’m obscene
enter your nightmares, challenge your dreams
non-phixion, we the most balanced of teams
my themes and thoughts so deep, man, it hurt when i spit
sabacolypse, conscious lyricist perverted and sick
converted the wig of a nationalist
i love them chicks on tour who like flashing their t-ts
a p-ssionate b-tch who take it in the -ss or what attached to wrist
them fast with the fist, a m-ssacres of (???) and kids
blast at the pigs (blaow!) cause of what they do to the people
i get my d-ck sucked while i read the rulers of evil
i flew with the eagles, swam with the sharks
damage your heart, i break you down
built you up as i plan for the mosh
stay armed with forty women that are psyched about p-rn
phone the biggest f-cking orgy on the white house lawn
force the twins to join in, have the both them to blow me
(???)

[chorus x2]

- ill bill lyrics

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