Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm a dead corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on some shit
Aiming for your neck to the flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My are like crack in a decksotenic intellect
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 understand when you bleed
There's no to you
Just shoving a in you
Who the fuck you to?
Im pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of will respect my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll up dead
Put you inside a burning bed
from what I said
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. injure you with crews
Contemplate what's in to do, with Satan
Cause it's his too
Hold a like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most
So jagged and decrypted kid, the 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 fuckers inegreated by
Lure you into my web check the the boys is red
Then look for you to find you in the dead
Fill my clip the lead put the biscuit 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 wanna talk
Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a
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
tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin, me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted the milley of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch the bone
And ate the last
K-ed out on
nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it with
biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the
Circle of tyrants, the inverded crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like bags
You want it fag
Your left in the covered, we'll shoot up fair
State bent, like breathing
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, my thoughts patterns with drugs
visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry
Billions of body bags, blood battle fields
Big butcher knives, you faggits
Get your fucking erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs across the
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 Satan's
God is an
You fucking idiots, your give brain to us
Save yourself, the altar of
We criminally insane, form Bellview
up cocaine
Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing asylums