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

Yo, I'm like a corpse
Crawling out the dirt, on zombie shit
for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like in a decksotenic intellect
Slaughters you, I got for you
for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a to leave
You'll only understand you bleed
no talking to you
Just a fork in you
Who the you talking to?
Im death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you
A lot of will respect my rep
Step, kid I you not to look
your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you inside a burning bed
Learn from what I
Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you
Beneath, with the deceased, rest in

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

Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the
Y'all tempt me to flip, so when I empty the clip
It's how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with blood shakes 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
out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat
Chase it heroine
Guerilla biscuits, busting your into splinters
Another thing that pain is the frost in the winter
Circle of tyrants, rocking the crossed iced-out
from em, two in your face
Get erased, out
Spikes out for dish rags, em on the hit like shit bags
You don't it fag
Your left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up
bent, like breathing rubber
So be
Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon

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

[Captain
Come on all to my carnival of carnage
Where I'll.. slice and dice and peal off your like an orange
I'm too not to be nice
I nail you like you'll pay twice the price
I'll put on ice
For preparation prepare for the
Of foundation so come get your frown basted
In hot sauce I'll roasted you like hot dogs on an fire
I'm a trig Myer
But don't the entire picture
I hang you like fixture
So when you enter the
Use extreme caution, because it only takes one
To perform an with the steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get tossed in the gorge
The heroin horde got and swords swords swords swords