Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a dead
out the dirt, on some zombie shit
Aiming for neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My raps are like crack in a decksotenic
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, flesh is sort 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 when you
no talking to you
Just a fork in you
Who the you talking to?
Im pure death in a flesh, I'll a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of crooks will my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll up dead
Put you inside a burning bed
Learn what I said
Im mushing peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you with crews
Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate Satan
Cause his decision too
Hold a sword like dog
Leaving blood and gross
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most
So and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it
I it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What)
Walk the wrong path, deviated by
While you faggot mother inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web the code the boys is red
look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my with the lead put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of you bled
ever 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
a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound

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

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