Luyện nghe bài hát Circle of Tyrants

Yo, I'm like a dead
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 crack in a decksotenic intellect
you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of
You'll be someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to
You'll only understand when you
no talking 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 status, got you shook
A lot of crooks will my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up
Put you asleep a burning bed
from what I said
Im mushing peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
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 ghost dog
Leaving blood and gross
So disgusting that your is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and kid, the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all except for squid (What)
Walk the wrong path, deviated by
While you faggot mother fuckers by semen
Lure you into my web the code the boys is red
Then look for you to find you in the dead
Fill my clip with the put the biscuit to the head
After I you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and cause I don't wanna talk
Ill play the of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
Open up your skull, fragmets to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull now drawn to the sound

Thugs cry blood, by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid I empty the clip
It's awful how we your coffin, send 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, from the bone
And ate the last
out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat
Chase it with
Guerilla biscuits, busting windpipes into splinters
Another thing causes pain is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, the inverded crossed iced-out
from em, two in your face
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 of my demon brother

[Ill
Splattered in blood, fathom my patterns with drugs
visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your sockets
Puss out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
of body bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your fucking erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're hanging off the door
Spasm and your organs across the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet proof
I took from the police..man after I off his head
We knights of serving Satan's sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, your bitches brain to us
yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We insane, escape form Bellview
up cocaine
Don't try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing asylums