Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death murder rap

it

The press runs to tape-record the mess
Documentation so the race can study death
They'll you through your TV speaker
They'll feature a that will beat you to death if he could meet you
You're executed you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead and putrid
We murdered your natural after being thrown in a river
You will be frozen forever into a of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killing off children
Drilling' holes in your corpse till you're the color vermilion
split your brains
I'll slit vein
The impact of a bat cracked across back is like getting hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the piece of bangle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the one capable of digesting the dose
You won't a screwdriver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another conniver croaks

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

I on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your
We're bad taste
Another brutal shooting
humans to ashtrays
Groupies to slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I never have
I krill's, I'll have you fags killed
In front of mom and your dads grill
Splattering of them
pieces of your exploding head
Brain fragments staining' red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict of shit that love the dirt
It's
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the type that at you
We're the type to you
Slit your with a broken bottle
Pieces of glass stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballs
you swallowing cyanide screaming die whores
Watch it kill your physical first, next your lost
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls when my talks!
Murder you execution style like a crime
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentality's grind