Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
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Peep the shit
murder rap shit

it

The press runs to the bloody mess
Documentation so the human can study death
reach you through your TV speaker
They'll a creature that will beat you to death if he could meet you
You're when you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered natural flesh after being thrown in a river
You will be frozen forever into a of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are the hands of a crab
Jabbing your flab you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killing off your
Drilling' holes in your till you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split your
slit your vein
The of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle of bangle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one capable of digesting the
You won't survive a driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another conniver

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a found in few other places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a seething of human emotions
Gone
A with nightmares that become reality
Witness the
There's in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled

I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We're bad taste
brutal shooting rampage
Turning humans to
to crack slaves
And that lactate,
mad milk, I never have guilt
I have krill's, I'll have you fags
In front of mom and your dads grill
Splattering of them
With pieces of your exploding
fragments staining' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict pieces of that love the dirt
It's
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the type smile at you
the type to body you
Slit your throat with a bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through fucking eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide screaming die
it kill your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
Got you across the walls when my nine talks!
Murder you execution style like a boss
Travel through time and you like a cyborg
My grind core