Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on some shit
Aiming for your neck to the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My are like crack in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
You'll be begging someone to me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a to leave
You'll only understand when you
There's no to you
Just a fork in you
Who the fuck you to?
Im pure in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
Turn your head, or you'll turn up
Put you asleep inside a bed
Learn from what I
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you with crews
Contemplate what's in to do, with Satan
Cause it's his too
Hold a like ghost dog
blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not in most morgues
So and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for (What)
the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot mother inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web check the code the is red
Then for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip the lead put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you
ever try and hawk cause I don't wanna talk
Ill the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fragmets to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull now drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid I empty the clip
awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the witnesses
K-ed out on
nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it with
Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into
Another thing that causes is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, rocking the crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in face
Get erased, out
out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags
You don't it fag
Your left in the bubble covered, shoot up fair
State bent, like rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, fathom my patterns with drugs
Morbid visions cadavers by maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry
Billions of body bags, blood battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your fucking face erased from cabbage
Tangled and on top, half of you're body hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the hit the bullet proof vest
I took the police..man after I blew off his head
We knights of serving Satan's sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, your give brain to us
yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, form Bellview
up cocaine
Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane