Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've conducted research
now verse is corrupted,offensive to the church,
destructive, worse.
You've instructed by sentences in each
verse featured to suck 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
Cut up the region.
My personality represents the reality,
ever a kid I rocked a reverse mentality.
I give no for my biology.
Don't follow me not qualified to have my qualities.
Your disqualified get no equality.
Senseless homocide equals psychology.
I'm the Leading in subjects like beatings
that will leave you orally, a part of me is obsessed.
A major would have been an end to me I was meant to be an independantly runned entity.
I got the illest mind it's choreded phylis illes spine,
38 serial 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, 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 of Brooklyn with the need to inflict pain.
Ill
I smile for the cameras Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit.
I slice percise like a surgeon's wrist, another verse slips
into the of the peverse and sick.
There's worse than this.
There's nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss and feces GG Allo and German chicks.
Imagine a minuet before flips.
A minuet later your strangled the blue face and purple lips.
Leaving you lying on the cold floor, open, found you bloated 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 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 Uncle its psychological.
of guns, lots of ghouls, got a casa full.
We the why docters will report at the hospital.