Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a dead
out the dirt, on some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are crack in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is of blue
be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand you bleed
There's no to you
shoving a fork 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 will respect my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or turn up dead
Put you asleep a burning bed
Learn from what I
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm you deep
Beneath, with the deceased, rest in

[Mr.
I.. injure you ninja crews
Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with
Cause his decision too
a sword like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gross
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in morgues
So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for (What)
Walk the wrong path, deviated by
While you mother fuckers inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web the code the boys is red
Then for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of you bled
Don't try and hawk cause I don't wanna talk
Ill play the kind of the way you catch a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the
Take a toke and sniff a now your drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the
Y'all me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henney 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 last
K-ed out on
Health nut, crush up my wheat
Chase it heroine
Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into
thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, rocking the crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in your
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like bags
You don't it fag
left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair
State bent, breathing rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my brother

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