Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've extensive research
now verse is corrupted,offensive to the church,
destructive, worse.
been 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, to the spine
Cut up the region.
My represents the worst 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 authority in subjects like beatings
that will you bleeding orally, a part of me is obsessed.
A label would have 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 killers combined.
It one individual act to murder to for kicken a miserable rap its a pitiful fact.
You'll get visibly hacked into shreds, left for dead, gushing your head with a pair of scissors attached.
Its wizadry, the way you dissapear from the physically, covered up exquisitly. Smothered up with pillows militantly.
You see you dying as as can be is the key.
I obtained a brain, from the streets of Brooklyn 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 percise like a surgeon's wrist, another verse that slips
into the grips of the and sick.
nothing worse than this.
There's nothing more horrifying people with the thirst for piss and feces like GG Allo and German chicks.
a minuet before person flips.
A minuet later your strangled with the 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 sacrilegiously you in the name of Satan and take pictures.
My table's bottle nosed.
Its too late if you just noticed that you've been followed home.Look into my eyes, hollow holed, Ill Bill, cold-blooded demon hell without a soul.
I'm responsible for the impossible, if it isn't Uncle Howie its psychological.
Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, got a full.
We the reason why docters report at the hospital.