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 connect
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like in a decksotenic intellect
Slaughters you, I got for you
Gore for you, flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you
no talking to you
Just shoving a in you
Who the you talking to?
Im pure in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of crooks respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
Turn your head, or you'll up dead
Put you inside a burning bed
Learn from I said
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, the deceased, rest in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you ninja crews
Contemplate in to do, negotiate with Satan
Cause his decision too
Hold a like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gross
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in morgues
So jagged and decrypted kid, the rejected it
I it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What)
the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by
Lure you my web check the code the boys is red
look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead put the to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk cause I don't talk
Ill play the of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
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 hemp and the
tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, me the clit
We with Henney blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get with the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the witnesses
out on medicine
Health nut, up my wheat germ
Chase it with
Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into
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 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 thoughts patterns with
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, drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your fucking face erased from cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your across the floor
Its death.. the slug hit the bullet proof vest
I from the police..man after I blew off his head
We knights of Satan serving sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, bitches give brain to us
yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We insane, escape form Bellview
Sniffing up
even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane