Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
murder rap shit

it

The runs to tape-record 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
executed when you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man dead and smells putrid
We murdered your natural after being thrown in a river
You will be frozen into a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbing your flab till you wrapped them and
Throw you off a
Killing off children
holes in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split your
I'll slit your
The impact of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle of bangle
I think my shit's too for most
I be the only one capable of digesting the dose
You won't a screwdriver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and another conniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality in few other places
But look beneath the surface of the
And you shall uncover a seething of human emotions
Gone
A planet with nightmares that reality
the brutality
There's poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled

I spit on your grave, piss in mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We're moving bad
Another shooting rampage
Turning humans to
to crack slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I never have
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
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for drug addict pieces of shit that the dirt
It's
I'm like having a shot at you
We're not the that smile at you
the type to body you
Slit your throat with a broken
of jagged glass stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide screaming die
Watch it kill your physical first, next your minds
you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the when my nine talks!
Murder you execution style a crime boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentality's core