Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip movie "Maniac")

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