Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've conducted research
now enery is corrupted,offensive to the church,
destructive, worse.
You've been instructed by sentences in
verse featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first. My brutal rhyme is 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.
Don't me your not qualified to have my qualities.
Your disqualified get no equality.
Senseless equals Necro's psychology.
I'm the Leading in subjects like beatings
that will leave you bleeding orally, a 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 mind it's choreded like phylis illes spine,
like 38 killers combined.
It takes one individual act to murder to for a miserable rap its a pitiful fact.
You'll get visibly hacked into shreds, left for dead, gushing from your head with a pair of attached.
Its wizadry, the way you dissapear from the earth physically, covered up exquisitly. Smothered up with militantly.
You see you dying as as can be is the key.
I obtained a sick brain, from the streets of with the need to inflict pain.
Ill
I smile for the cameras like Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, stab you in the perfect fit.
I slice percise like a surgeon's wrist, another that slips
into the grips of the and sick.
There's nothing worse this.
There's nothing more horrifying people with the thirst for piss and feces like GG Allo and German chicks.
Imagine a before person flips.
A minuet later your strangled with the face and purple lips.
Leaving you lying on the cold floor, open, found you bloated a week later, reekin' of foul odour.
Fuck the scriptures, we sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of Satan and take pictures.
My table's bottle nosed.
Its too if you just noticed that you've been followed home.Look into my eyes, hollow holed, Ill Bill, cold-blooded demon fronm hell without a soul.
I'm responsible for managing the impossible, if it isn't Howie its psychological.
of guns, lots of ghouls, got a casa full.
We the reason why docters report at the hospital.