Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it

The press runs to tape-record the bloody
Documentation so the race can study death
reach you through your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature 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 smells
We murdered your natural flesh after being in a river
You be frozen forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
Jabbing your flab till you wrapped them and
you off a building
Killing off your
Drilling' in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll your brains
I'll your vein
The of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle of bangle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the only one of digesting the dose
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside your
Choke on blood and saliva another conniver

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

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
Grind you into slop meat and you to your friends
We're moving bad
brutal shooting rampage
Turning humans to
to crack slaves
And that 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
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you love the pain, it
We music for drug addict pieces of shit that love the dirt
psychological
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the that smile at you
We're the type to you
your throat with a broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through your fucking
Have you swallowing screaming die whores
Watch it your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
Got you across the walls when my nine talks!
Murder you style like a crime boss
Travel through time and you like a cyborg
My mentality's core