Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death rap shit

it

The press runs to tape-record the mess
so the human race can study death
They'll reach you your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he could you
You're when you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead and smells
We murdered your natural flesh after being thrown in a
You will be frozen forever a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbing your flab you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killing off your
Drilling' holes in your corpse you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll split your
slit your vein
The impact of a bat across your back is like getting hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of bangle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the one capable of digesting the dose
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside throat
Choke on blood and saliva another conniver

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

I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
moving bad taste
Another brutal shooting
Turning humans to
Groupies to crack
And that lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I have guilt
I have krill's, I'll have you fags
In of your mom and your dads grill
both of them
With pieces of your exploding
Brain fragments staining' red
I make you love the pain, it
We make music for addict pieces of shit that love the dirt
psychological
I'm like having a rifle at you
not the type that smile at you
We're the to body you
Slit your with a broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through your eyeballs
you swallowing cyanide screaming die whores
Watch it kill your physical first, next minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
Got you across the walls when my nine talks!
Murder you execution style like a boss
Travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
My grind core