Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie
Aiming for your neck to the flesh where the veins connect
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is of blue
You'll be begging to pull me off of you
I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only when you bleed
There's no to you
shoving a fork 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 will my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
Turn your head, or you'll up dead
Put you asleep inside a bed
from what I said
Im mushing peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, the deceased, rest in peace

[Mr.
I.. you with ninja crews
Contemplate what's in to do, with Satan
Cause it's his too
Hold a like ghost dog
blood and gross gore
So disgusting your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrypted kid, the rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for (What)
Walk the path, deviated by demons
While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by
you into my web check the code the boys is red
Then look for you to find you in the mortuary
Fill my clip with the lead put the biscuit to the
After I ripped you up to shreds take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk I don't wanna talk
Ill play the of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fragmets to the ground
a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound

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

Bill]
Splattered in blood, fathom my patterns with drugs
Morbid visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and
Beetles out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of your on top of dry vomit
of body bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your face erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, of you're body hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the 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, your bitches brain to us
yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape form
Sniffing up
Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane