Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've extensive research
now verse is corrupted,offensive to the church,
destructive, worse.
You've instructed by sentences in each
verse featured to you into a world invented to see you bleed first. My brutal rhyme is running through your mind stabbing up the cerebrum, down to the spine
Cut up the region.
My personality represents the reality,
ever since a kid I rocked a mentality.
I no apologies for my biology.
follow me your not qualified to have my qualities.
Your you'll get no equality.
Senseless homocide Necro's psychology.
I'm the authority in subjects like beatings
that will leave you orally, a part of me is obsessed.
A major label would have an end to me I was meant to be an independantly runned entity.
I got the mind it's choreded like phylis illes spine,
like 38 serial combined.
It takes one individual act to murder to for kicken a rap its a pitiful fact.
You'll get visibly hacked into shreds, left for dead, gushing from head with a pair of scissors attached.
Its wizadry, the way you dissapear from the earth physically, covered up exquisitly. Smothered up pillows militantly.
You see you dying as as can be is the key.
I obtained a sick brain, from the streets of Brooklyn the need to inflict pain.
Ill
I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, you in the face perfect fit.
I slice percise like a surgeon's wrist, another that slips
the grips of the peverse and sick.
There's nothing than this.
There's nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss and feces GG Allo and German chicks.
a minuet before person flips.
A minuet later strangled with the blue face and purple lips.
Leaving you lying on the cold floor, mouth open, found you a week later, reekin' of foul odour.
Fuck the fake scriptures, we sacrifice you in the name of Satan and take pictures.
My table's bottle nosed.
Its too late if you just noticed that been followed home.Look into my eyes, hollow holed, Ill Bill, cold-blooded demon fronm hell without a soul.
I'm for managing the impossible, if it isn't Uncle Howie its psychological.
Lots of guns, of ghouls, got a casa full.
We the reason why docters report at the hospital.