Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death murder rap

it

The runs to tape-record the bloody mess
Documentation so the human can study death
reach you through your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he meet you
You're executed when you're
Who's for a homeless man that's dead and smells putrid
We your natural flesh after being thrown in a river
You will be frozen forever a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are the hands of a crab
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
off your children
Drilling' holes in your corpse you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split brains
slit your vein
The impact of a bat cracked across your back is like hit by a train
I'll stick a in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle of bangle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable of digesting the
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside your
Choke on blood and another conniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality found in few other
But look beneath the surface of the
And you shall a seething cesspool of human emotions
sour
A with nightmares that become reality
the brutality
There's in the streets of the big apple
You get
And to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

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