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 human race can death
They'll reach you your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature that will you to death if he could meet you
You're executed when you're
Who's responsible for a man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after thrown in a river
You be frozen forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are the hands of a crab
Jabbing your flab till you them and bled
you off a building
Killing off children
Drilling' holes in your corpse you're spilling the color vermilion
We'll your brains
I'll slit vein
The impact of a bat cracked across back is like getting hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle my shangle bangle you the triangle piece of bangle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the one capable of digesting the dose
You won't a screwdriver driven inside your throat
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 the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a seething cesspool of human
Gone
A with nightmares that become reality
Witness the
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, piss in your mouth, and on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to friends
We're moving bad
Another brutal shooting
Turning humans to
Groupies to crack
And that lactate,
Squirting mad milk, I never have
I have krill's, I'll have you fags
In front of your mom and dads grill
both of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addict of shit that love the dirt
psychological
I'm like a rifle shot at you
not the type that smile at you
We're the type to you
Slit your throat with a bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fucking eyeballs
Have you swallowing cyanide die whores
Watch it kill physical first, next 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 like a crime boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentality's core