Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've extensive research
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 give no 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 leave you bleeding orally, a of me is obsessed.
A major label would have been an end to me I was meant to be an independantly 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 from 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 as quiet as can be is the key.
I obtained a brain, from the streets of Brooklyn with the need to inflict pain.
Ill
I for the cameras like Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit.
I slice percise like a surgeon's wrist, verse that slips
into the 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.
Imagine a before person flips.
A minuet later your strangled with the blue and purple lips.
Leaving you lying on the floor, mouth open, found you bloated a week later, reekin' of foul odour.
Fuck the fake scriptures, we sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of and take pictures.
My labratories bottle nosed.
Its too late if you just noticed 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 Uncle Howie its psychological.
Lots of guns, lots of ghouls, got a full.
We the reason why docters report at the hospital.