Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
for your 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 of blue
You'll be someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to
only understand when you bleed
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 status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep inside a bed
Learn what I said
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you ninja crews
what's in to do, negotiate with Satan
Cause it's his too
Hold a sword ghost dog
Leaving and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most
So jagged and decrypted kid, the rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for (What)
Walk the wrong path, by demons
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
my clip with the lead put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to 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
Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the
Take a and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I the clip
It's awful how we decorate coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henney blood shakes that render me
ya fix, get fitted with the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch the bone
And ate the last
K-ed out on
Health nut, crush up my wheat
it with heroine
Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into
Another that causes pain is the frost in the winter
of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in your
Get erased, out
out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags
You don't it fag
Your left in the bubble covered, we'll up fair
State bent, like rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with
Morbid visions ravaged by maggots and bugs
crawling out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry
of body bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you faggits
Get your fucking face erased from your
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the hit the bullet proof vest
I took from the police..man after I blew off his
We knights of Satan serving Satan's
God is an
You fucking idiots, 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 of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing asylums