Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
Aiming for your to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are crack in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
You'll be begging someone to 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 fuck you to?
Im pure death in a flesh, I'll a coffin for you
My knife status, got you shook
A lot of will respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to
Turn head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep 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 ninja crews
Contemplate what's in to do, with Satan
it's his decision too
Hold a sword like dog
Leaving and gross gore
So disgusting your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all except for squid (What)
Walk the wrong path, by demons
While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by
Lure you my web check the code the boys is red
Then for you to find you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip the lead put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk cause I don't talk
Ill play the kind of sport the way you a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fall 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 celebrate with Henney blood that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the of chrome
Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the
And ate the witnesses
K-ed out on
Health nut, crush up my wheat
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 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 shoot up
State bent, like rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my brother

[Ill
in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs
Morbid visions ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry
Billions of bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your fucking face erased from your
Tangled and gored on top, of you're body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the proof vest
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
Save yourself, the of sacrifice
We insane, escape form Bellview
up cocaine
Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of
Donate my to science, vacationing insane asylums