Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm a dead corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
Aiming for neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My raps are like in a decksotenic intellect
Slaughters you, I got for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
You'll be begging someone to me off of you
I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you
There's no to you
Just shoving a in you
Who the you talking to?
Im pure death in a flesh, arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of crooks respect my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up
Put you asleep a burning bed
Learn from what I
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm you deep
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

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

Thugs cry blood, supported by the and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the
We with Henney blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the last
K-ed out on
Health nut, crush up my wheat
Chase it heroine
Guerilla biscuits, busting windpipes into splinters
Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the
of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit
You want it fag
Your left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up
State bent, like rubber
So be
rising the invocation of my demon brother

[Ill
in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs
Morbid visions ravaged by maggots and bugs
crawling out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of mouth on top of dry vomit
Billions of body bags, blood drenched fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your fucking face erased from your
and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the 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, bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape Bellview
up cocaine
Don't try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane