Porno Director - Ill Bill

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 cock

Check it out!

ILL Bill, the rap Jules Jordan, call me the hip-hop Joey Silvera

Brazilian bitches bang me, then let them blow me forever

The balls 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 associates

My team is the real deal, your team is a bunch of dicks

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 porno bitch can throw me out of control

Pussy and hard drugs, sawed-off shotguns, we God’s thugs

Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts

Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced clits

Exotic dancers in love with us, the fuck you think?

Goretex the young wizard, my life is like a porn set

Drug blizzards, runaway bitches slump dead on my door step

Sugar momma’s got a crush on Gore

Fisting their ass, twisting nipples, sucking my balls

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 killing shit (we in the mix)

Haters obsessed, I’ll be swerving the Benz

My chick’s ass is so fucking 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 faggot 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

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 tits

A passionate bitch who take it in the ass or what attached to wrist

Them fast with the fist, a massacres of (???) and kids

Blast at the pigs (blaow!) cause of what they do to the people

I get my dick 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 porn

Phone the biggest fucking orgy on the White House lawn

Force the twins to join in, have the both them to blow me