Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it

The press to tape-record the bloody mess
Documentation so the human race can death
They'll reach you through your TV
They'll feature a that will beat you to death if he could meet you
You're executed when you're
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's and smells putrid
We murdered your flesh 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 of a crab
Jabbing flab till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killing off children
Drilling' holes in your corpse till you're spilling the vermilion
We'll split brains
I'll slit your
The impact of a bat cracked across back is like getting hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in blood bank
Then strangle my shangle you like the triangle piece of bangle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one of digesting the dose
You survive a screwdriver driven inside your throat
Choke on and saliva another conniver croaks

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

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
We're bad taste
brutal shooting rampage
Turning to ashtrays
to crack slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I never have
I have krill's, I'll you fags killed
In front of mom and your dads grill
both of them
With pieces of your head
fragments staining' clothing red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for drug addict pieces of that love the dirt
It's
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 stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballs
you swallowing cyanide screaming die whores
Watch it kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you across the walls when my nine talks!
Murder you execution style like a crime
Travel through time and you like a cyborg
My mentality's core