Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm a dead corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on some shit
Aiming for your to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My are like crack in a decksotenic intellect
Slaughters you, I got for you
Gore for you, flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I you a chance to leave
You'll only understand you bleed
no talking to you
Just a fork in you
Who the fuck you to?
Im pure death in a flesh, I'll 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 turn up dead
Put you asleep a burning bed
Learn from what I
Im your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, the deceased, rest in peace

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

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the
Y'all tempt me to flip, so when I empty the clip
It's how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of
Rap Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the bone
And ate the last
K-ed out on
nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it heroine
Guerilla biscuits, your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that pain is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, the inverded crossed iced-out
from em, two in your 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, shoot up fair
State bent, breathing rubber
So be
rising the invocation of my demon brother

[Ill
Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts with drugs
Morbid visions cadavers by maggots and bugs
Beetles out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry
Billions of body bags, drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you faggits
Get your fucking face from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet proof
I took from the police..man after I blew off his
We knights of Satan serving sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, your bitches 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