Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Of Tyrants - The Ill Billy Boys

Yo, I'm like a dead
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the connect
My brains incorrect, you in a sec
My raps are like crack in a decksotenic
Slaughters you, I got for you
Gore for you, flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging 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 a fork in you
Who the fuck you to?
Im pure death in a flesh, arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of crooks will my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
Turn your head, or turn up dead
Put you asleep inside a bed
Learn from what I
Im mushing peeps, and I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, with the deceased, in peace

[Mr.
I.. you with ninja crews
Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate Satan
Cause it's his too
a sword like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not in most morgues
So and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all except for squid (What)
the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot fuckers inegreated by semen
you into my web check the code the boys is red
Then look for you to you in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead put the to the head
After I you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk cause I don't wanna
Ill play the of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a 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, send me the
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
K-ed out on
Health nut, up my wheat germ
Chase it heroine
biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that causes is the frost in the winter
of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out
Blood from em, two in face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags
You want it fag
left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair
State bent, breathing rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

[Ill
Splattered in blood, my thoughts patterns with drugs
Morbid cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
crawling out of your eyes sockets
Puss pouring out of mouth on top of dry vomit
Billions of bags, blood drenched battle fields
Big butcher knives, you fucking
Get your face erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body off the door
Spasm and splash your across the floor
Its death.. when the slug hit the proof vest
I took from the police..man I blew off his head
We of Satan serving Satan's sadists
God is an
You fucking idiots, your give brain to us
Save yourself, the of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape Bellview
Sniffing up
Don't try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacationing asylums

Carnage]
Come on come all to my carnival of
Where I'll.. slice and dice and peal off your shell an orange
I'm too precise not to be
I nail you like Christ you'll pay the price
put brains on ice
For prepare for the separation
Of your foundation so get your frown basted
In hot sauce I'll roasted you like hot dogs on an fire
I'm a trig Myer
But admire the entire picture
Because I hang you fixture
So you enter the mixture
Use caution, because it only takes one portion
To an abortion with the steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get in the bottomless gorge
The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords