WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle by Necro (Ft. Captain Carnage, Goretex & ILL BILL)
WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle by Necro (Ft. Captain Carnage, Goretex & ILL BILL)

WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle

Necro & ILL BILL & Goretex & Captain Carnage * Track #9 On Rare Demos and Freestyles Vol. 1

WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: Wildman Steve & Necro]

You don't stop when I come and rock the sure shot! On and on, and we got it goin' on...
- So just throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care! Oh yeah it's flavor
-anium...
- My man is amped and he's charged, we got the Goons in the house!
- Necrophiliac, Reverend Goretex, ILL CanniBILL, Captain Carnage...
- Where you from?
- Please hit record! We're from Brooklyn
- It's al-it's already recording, kid
- Nah I want the other people out there, all you peoples listening, hit record, it's all good
- Okay
- Tell us-tell me a little bit somethin'-tell ya blahh tell the PEOPLE out there a little somethin', about yaself so people can know what's y'all all about
- We're straight outta Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin', we're tryin' to get signed, nobody wants to mess with us, we're too foul
- Word?
- We're hated, but you know what I'm sayin' whatever
- Y'all got a ill style?
- Yeah, it's all good we die young, we die young...
- Alright I'mma let y'all kick it, y'all ready to go freestyle to this beat right here, just keep it clean though!
- Riz got it he's hookin' it up right there, Riz Markie over there chillin'
- Riz Markie...!
- Yussie Rizzo! Hook it up! Riz Pornstar!
- Oh no y'all pulled this card now y'all chill, that's my man!
- Haha...
- Watch ya mouth man you can't be cursin' the mic is open you know what I'm sayin'?
- I can't really hear it, oh okay...

[Necro Verse 1]

My flow is vile
Like the cancer in Lyle
The necrophile will drink the bile of pornstar Isis Nile
Kids never know it's me when I cause terror
'Cause I change my face to the grill of Joey Silvera
Necro drinks the ovum of a woman that stinks
I got Tiffany Mynx, chained up in Gucci links
I'll make you eat my defecation that's brown like champagne
You'll get your mamilla pierced like Misty Rain
I'd like to take your rectum and cook it
I'm doing pornos like Bobbitt, but my phallus is far from crooked
The women I kidnap have no choice
All you girls that are listening you can masturbate to my voice
There's no need to fear me
I know you wish you were near me
'Cause you're touching yourself as you hear me!
I'm leaving blood drippin' down Amy Fisher's hips
Necro rips, apart Mary Joe's lips
Necro devours
Your tush for 12 hours, inside tubs and showers
I got the brain of Ed Powers
She shall dance!
Inside the back seats of Galants
I rape dirty debutants from France
Being a pornstar is far from the bummers
I got Suzanne Summers stripping in Randy West Newcomers
Captain Carnage, eat the cartilage!

[Captain Carnage Verse 1]

I don't debate I hate with a passion
I eat women like rations and through a brick wall I'm crashin'
Your fuckin' life will be flashin' before your life
As you die 'cause I despise wise ass replies
My steak knife will do you in, I stick you in your abdomen while I stab and grin
Slabs of fat I trim off your ribs of a broad
You'll get stuck by a sword and hung by an extension cord
'Cause I can't afford to let a victim escape, I tie 'em up with drapes then I step on 'em like grapes
I look great in my new leather jacket buddy you couldn't hack it, so take it off 'cause I'm here to tax it
For my own use, I got goons out on the loose
I'll put your head on a plaque like a moose
Out of death I'm produced my mind to my scratchin'
That'll be your final lesson, that you'll learn
I won't let you miss your turn to burn on my rotisserie
I lick the cherry with my merry men from the forest
I kill women with gauntlets before the fog lifts
I'll wrap you up with Reynolds then beat you down with paddles
Outside book hallows with Carnage at the maidenless battles
And when you enter the center of my pentagram
You'll get soak, you bet we'll clear the result leave you dead men
Dead women, and dead children, I practice senseless killin' on innocent civilians
I read the Devil's creed before I pull my evil deeds eyes bleed when they see the Devil in me
I'm guided by a sinister force
My blades'll chop and cut and leave you redder than spaghetti sauce
Goretex, Goretex hit the flex, leavin', go ahead and stab 'em

[Goretex Verse 1]
Aw yeah kid, aw yeah Reverend Goretex blowin' up the spot, I'mma blow up the spot like this!
Blow it up, blow it up, blow it up

Rest in Peace Nicole Brown you're chillin' in a pine box
The blood's red like fox on your body playin' Hopscotch
Chronic drug use got my brain iller
Home alone puffin' cannabis at six I ate the babysitter
Salt N Pepa's under my trance they my finest slaves
S&M page, my life is tragic like John Haze
Verbally psychotic like Ced Gee
It's Henry Lucas who I be, call me Belushi when I OD
The fun is just beginnin' shootin' godsmack with River
I stand and deliver with slime to make you shiver
I'm Black Belt Jones I get more iller than the shear
Slice you from ear to ear, I'm more porno than Richard Gere
I'm the supplier in rehabs I have the Gift of Gab
To give stunts crabs and pus-filled vaginal scabs
I stand tall, Candy Samples I ball
I'm Reverend Goretex and all my peeps call me Creepy Crawl
I wait in Heaven with the .357
I put it to God's head then wait for Armageddon
I got more body parts, kid, than Dahmer's kitchen
Please hate me, I pass it to the next Mortician!

[ILL BILL Verse 1]

Word, ILL BILL, check it, word is bond, ILL BILL, uh, programmed to kill!
Haaa...!

I be analyzing bio-rhythms, leavin' my victims with incisions
My sensory see catastrophic visions
Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur
In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
Then I twist facial features like Rocky Dennis, when I menace
It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous
Enormous, watch the metamorphosis
Stickin' snitches through orifices, remorseless are my thoughts, when I catch a corpse
I dabble in the arts of the forbidden
Leavin' carcass on top of carcass, maggot ridden regardless
I am psychahnhhasehhahh..... Ahhh check it
Reports provided by Department of Forensics
Reveal nothing reminiscent of murder on these premises
The only evidence be in the body, no fingerprintssss
Or murder weapons located but they follow me
Constantly I'm under surveillance
Numerous federal agencies provide local police interference
So now there's mad hemoglobin
Left upon my freezer frozen from head down to the toes in
Pieces of people I've taken then I re-animate
Beyond the gates, I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate
I'll make you submit when I dominate
Nothing you could ever do could restrain my campaign of hate!
I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain I inflict during your torture, Officer, I'll make you suffer
Forget the gats I'm about to hit you with the axe
Laugh while your skull cracks, the whole coloderm wax...!

[Necro Verse 2]

Change the beat up, Riz
Change the beat up, Riz
Riz got it
Riz got it
- Change the beats...
Y'all see Rizzo
- Y'all kids is ill! Y'all also... y'all on a whole different kind of vibe. Yo
Necrophiliac and the Goons
- They're illin' up here! Haha!

I had sex with Sarafina
I'll crush your skull with a huge phallus
Like Alex did to the ballerina
But not Natasha, I live next to Danasha
I kill females with male pudendum like Sasha
I know you hate my rhymes of crud
Like Albert Fish I ate Grace Budd, I ejaculate blood
In a pot, your mammary glands I'm stirrin'
I'll have you work up a sweat 'til you're thirsty
Then make you drink my urine
Your flesh, Necro recycles
I do porn like Sean Michaels, Tom Byron and T. T. Boy
I'll bust nuts on Angie Bower
You diss you'll be found dead in the dark alley like Ron Hightower
I'll be killing cock diesel broads from Gold's Gym
As my bloody black member swings like a pendulum
Peace out to all you jailbirds doing bids
I eat decapitated squids I kill kids that sport skids
I'm gonna lick your mama's bloody fetus
I go to the village and kill grunge girls that sport Adidas
I'm eating my dinner on the back of a white slave
I defecate on the whole idea of wack rave
I'm gonna make you eat my crap
If you can't rap I'll strangle you with Rage's bra strap
Necrophiliac pass it to Captain Carnage, Captain Carnage!

[Captain Carnage Verse 2]

Helium bombs get hailed for joy
I roll out with the convoy on Operation: Destroy
In the soil the bodies are deeply squished
The trail of organs lead to the ambush
I hold position until you've arrived
Every hound in the pack know to take no man alive
I'm driven by the thirst for blood
My dogs don't die a full canteen is only worth one chug
I cook scrubs in to grub with rubber gloves
I remove your guts like shrubs
I'm out like the glands of your damsel that I manhandle in my nylon tent lit by candles
I want my brain scrambled, and my balls charred
I shall be isolated like a retard into the penitentiary is where they're sendin' me
'Cause I have the identity of a Hellbound entity
Take the time to examine and I'll do you in like a famine
Through a bow that I throw I guarantee be landin'
On your fuckin' grill, blood rushes to spill, are you ready to kill? So down you fell
So get lost before I throw your corpse in the tractor
On a never long is a comin' of a chipped...
I laugh when I hit you up in axe
I blow up the spot with Glocks and flocks to your weak skull
My swingin' sweet gold, I stalk people like a Speagle and like a Beagle
I sense shit, I'll slap you senseless until your balls is covered with blemish! I hope you die!

[Goretex Verse 2]

Oh yeah represent, represent, like this, like this!

It's the hobo sniffin' blow got more steps than Chario
And if you home alone smack the monkey to your stereo
And if you're a horny girl and listenin' to Riz cut
Take out the bent wires and shove 'em up your damn butt!
It's the Reverend, call me God, Satan
Grimace, the Menace, I'm clutchin' more areolas than dentists
You see me on the streets you better Hail Satan
Nightstalker Beelzebub, I'll see you with my knob!
In my stinky tub Alicia Rio's rocking, so what's up?
Next to a copy of 40 Plus and D Cup
I'm leavin' NYPD Blue, I'll asphyx you too kid
My boys attack like a pack of crazed Jews
In Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights and Brighton Beach
I be the Blood Sucking Freak, shootin' jelly on your cheeks
Like Rocco S(t)iffredi with the hot rod I'm ready
My aim is steady, point blank with my veiny machete
I burn flesh to a crisp, you front on my digits
You'll be attacked by a tribe of African midgets
I'mma Biggie like Smalls plead do me like ribbons
I'll make ya disappear like the breasts of Robin Givens
I threaten the world by putting M80's in my mouth
To blow a part of my lips, they're hangin' like Satan's nips
We die young so I'mma go out blastin'
And kill yourself you best believe that I'mma die laughin'!
ILL BILL blow it up!

[ILL BILL Verse 2]

Word, check it out, yo

I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
I'm on drugs, during sex I use anal beads and butt plugs
I'm holdin' hookers' doodie holes hostage
I spend my nights on 42nd Street searchin' for chicks that's into bondage
Torture tactics I practice, tear up your mattress
Kidnap an actress, then activate vibrating plastics
My zany antics keep the ladies frantic
And when I sodomize a secretary I'm very romantic
It must be all them evil substances, cigarettes, and black coffee
I'm smokin' crack rock laced with morphine!
I guess you could say I'm a junkie
One sprinkle of coke on my genitalia makes me mad spunky
I like to be a role model
Picture me on the screen with a bloody butcher knife and a Bacardi bottle
People will think "what were they thinkin'?"
But then who would've thought that OJ Simpson would turn into Joel Rifkin?
Necrophiliac, Necrophiliac, put the knife in they damn back!

[Necro Verse 3]

Please don't be nice to me...
I torture rave kids that look like Jon Lovitz
Bend forward kid, and taste your own crevice
I sodomize with Glocks strangle you with socks
Don't you dare ruin my dinner of chopped up female buttocks!
I'm gonna bring
Evil to all species then defecate feces down the throats of he-shes
I murdered Andy Gibb
I got Nina Hartley's decrepit body
Stashed out in John Stagliano's crib
No fib, I'm mad porno like Rocco Siffredi
Give me a machete and you'll be left with a bloodsoaked titty
Before I eat you I left your corpse settle
I'm into Death Metal
I'm distorted like the distortion pedal
I'm down with Captain Carnage
Ready to eat your cartilage
Reverend Goretex got the hundred round cartridge
For the Calico 950 to rob your pills
And ILL BILL's
Got the krills
Lord Black Soap got the thick rope to Hang the Pope
You can't cope, 'cause there's no hope
ERiz Hustler give me some mersh and bricks
So I can sell the kids in Canarsie some fat nicks
Ming the Merciless, made Connie Chung drink your piss
And send Soon-Yi Prev(in) to Heaven
I be the septic schizo
I'm cutting up your body, like the hands of Yussie Rizzo
Gore too, Dennis the Menace and JEZ
Don't kill nobody
Don't kill nobody
Unless you got the shotty
I pass it over to Captain Carnage, Captain Carnage

[Captain Carnage Verse 3]

I keep cash in check 'cause I'mma cook
I don't play by the book and lookin' for the dirty looks on the grill
Posin' like he's ill, hold 'em still so I can fill 'em up with lumps
I beat down chumps for kicks, I swing dicks with the mentally sick I roll
I stroke my pole, to porno mags and tapes
I kill crabs and flakes
With fuckin' rope and blades I cut throats I float like a goat
In my town I'm alone, I walk the street like a lunatic spook
I kick more butts than a movie gook, girls wanna play my flute
When I'm dressed in business suits they think I'm cute, but they get the boot
I'm spreadin' like an epidemic I wouldn't slide up in it without latex
I don't play with sex, 'cause that's like playin' with Russian Roulette
Staaand back because I am about to blow up, show up, my lip, fuckin' lip, fuck and now I pass it to Goretex, lip!

[Goretex Verse 3]

Oh yeah oh yeah, check it out, check it out, check it out

I'm convinced that only hope and peace is the butchery of human beings
I'm hangin' Whoopi with the G-string
I kill strictly by ritual no question I'm the spiritual
Leader like Manson on LSD I'm dancin'
Master of Macabre I'm Ralphus with the blowgun
Ghetto women I rub, to all you listeners kneel and bob
I'm makin' families grieve, a Wildman like Steve
My meat cleave will make you believe then bleed!
I'm killin' six lovely girls for Satan's flesh eaters
My shooting of Morphine I was jammin' with the meters!
Close your eyes and picture all the rugged Jews I'm Sammy
If you diss I'll leave you more maggot ridden than John Candy!
On my wall all you honey's mams Canarsie's full of Son of Sams
I'm dipped with KISS boots and jams
I plead insanity, to Hip-Hop like Shakur
I'm buckin' at cops, my crew are spics jews and wops
Nigs and gooks with Glocks all locked in detox
Peace to Uncle Howie pushin' mad bags of crushed rocks!
Pass it to ILL CanniBILL represent!

[ILL BILL Verse 3]
Word, check it out yo
I'm turnin' red blood cells into dead blood cells using microscopic utensils within your entrail
Pushin' the limits of your chromosomes
Sittin' on the throne of the human bone sitting, with my cellular phone
I walk alone into pandemonium, utilizing plutonium to build a bigger better stronger weapon
I sense the presence of great evil
So I embrace and drain every bit of the power source conceivable
Bringing about the beginning of ending upsetting a crucifier tending to your so-called Messiah
Within the fire, I eulogize planetary demise
Feeling energized, as another planet, dies!
And nothing, could never really make me give a damn about anything you care about so why even bother?
The blood I spill could fill the entire New York Harbor
So hang the Holy Father, and light the candelaaabraaa!
Word is bond yo, Goons in the house, showdown...

Outro:

- There you have it, right here 90.3 FM WBAU, controversial to say the least! Y'all on some other stuff, you know, is ill, hahaha, y'all wanna say anything?
- Yo, ILL BILL I wanna give a shout out to Fatal, I wanna give a shout out, to my boy Soap, Black Soap, Black Danny!
- Haha!
- Your son, you know what I'm sayin'? I wanna give a shout out, to all you people that pressed record, and you loved the filthiness, all you people that like the DIRT. You love it!
- That's where Riz get that from, from y'all...!
- Yo, one more thing, one more thing before I pass it to Goretex, I wanna give a shout out to ERiz Hustler, with all the pounds, I wanna give a shout out, to Yussie Rizzo, for cuttin' up the phat beats, you know what I'm sayin'? Riz Markie, like the Dun-Dunkin' Donuts! Chill!
- Yo I wanna give a shout out to Art Neville, DJ Riz, Mack 10, my awesome kid Elijah, Danny Terio, all the Goons, you know what I'm sayin'?
- Danny Terio, hahaha...!
- Wildman Steve, for being fly, for being godly, all the Heads, everybody who smokes crack, Bobbito, Bobbito & Stretch
- Oh shit, ahahaha!
- He said, he said...? He talk right? He said Bobbito? He gave a shout to Bobbito... Bob!
- Yussie Rizzo, Melle Mel, Cowboy, all the heads nuff respect! They gave us jobs...
- The way he said he spoke right he gave a shout to Bobbito
- Yo, yo yo yo, so yo Necrophiliac just wants to say if anybody's interested in signin' us (yo yo), we're really open for it, but we're hated, nobody wants to sign us, nobody wants us, don't pay attention to a word I said!
- Nobody loves us....!
- Yo yo yo you forgot to give a shout out to Ed Powers, B
Ed Powers and John Stagliano and Ron Heights and Shawn Michael
- Eric West, Mo Bigsley, Titty Boy up in here!
- Randy Spears (Dirty Dirt...)
- FM Bradley, baby!
- Forever!
- Hahaha!
- FM Bradley!
- Yo yo yo I can't forget about Felipe and Rocco Siffredi! Nina-Nina Hartley!
- Word is bond
- Yo Ron Jeremy, you got him yo!
- Yo yo homeboy can suck his own phallus in 'em, yo!
- Herschel Savage!
- I see Nec'...
- Herschel Savage!
- Y'all get ill-y'all get ill though...
- We got to give props to Felipe...
- What about John Holmes?
- John Holmes, for his dead cadaver
- Rest in Peace John Holmes, he infected Sissy Lynn in Europe yo!
- Rest in Peace Savannah! Rest in Peace Savannah!
- Savannah died?
- She's dead...! Dead and stinkin'!
- Word up...? For what? For what?
- I don't know she just deaded, she went POP!
- Word up? Word up... Ha, oh wow that's deep...
- Yo yo and God bless Charlie Sheen for bonein' Ginger Lynn, word up
- What about Long Down Silver?
- She killed herself she was crazy yo
- He can say that, you fucked up hahaha!
- Shouts to Poorly Shaw, for eatin' mamilla
- Poorly Shaw, alright y'all, thanks for comin' on down
- It's all good, stay alive
- Everybody wanna sign us, call me, hook us up with a deal...
- Y'all keep it-y'all keep it real though...
- Please....!
- We're all gonna be dead with syringes filled with heroin poked in our arms...
- FInd us in....
- We die young, we die young!
- We'll all be dead soon, you better sign us soon 'cause we'll be dead, get us now
- I hear that, alright, (please Bobbito, please Bobby...) thank y'all for comin' on down tonight, alright, we got the-we got the GZA comin' up next, keep it locked in right here commercial free, 90.3 FM, you just heard the Goons they on some other stuff, we gon' go there, alright yo, stay up

WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle Q&A

Who wrote WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle's ?

WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle was written by Captain Carnage & Goretex & ILL BILL & Necro.

Who produced WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle's ?

WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle was produced by DJ Premier.

When did Necro release WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle?

Necro released WBAU 90.3 Wildman Steve & DJ Riz Live Freestyle on Tue May 01 2001.

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