Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip movie "Maniac")

I've conducted extensive
now verse 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 first. My brutal rhyme is running through your mind stabbing up the cerebrum, down to the spine
Cut up the region.
My personality the worst reality,
ever a kid I rocked a reverse mentality.
I no apologies for my biology.
Don't follow me your not qualified to my qualities.
Your disqualified get no equality.
homocide equals Necro's psychology.
I'm the Leading authority in like beatings
will leave you bleeding orally, a part of me is obsessed.
A major label would have been an end to me I was to be an independantly runned entity.
I got the illest mind it's choreded phylis illes spine,
like 38 serial 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 of scissors attached.
Its wizadry, the way you dissapear from the earth physically, up exquisitly. Smothered up with pillows militantly.
You see you as quiet 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 like Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit.
I slice percise like a surgeon's wrist, another verse that
the grips of the peverse and sick.
There's nothing worse this.
There's nothing more horrifying than people the thirst for piss and feces like GG Allo and German chicks.
a minuet before person flips.
A minuet your strangled with the blue face and purple lips.
Leaving you on the cold floor, mouth open, found you bloated a week later, reekin' of foul odour.
Fuck the fake scriptures, we sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the 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, cold-blooded fronm hell without a soul.
I'm responsible for 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.