Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets

(Necro)
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Peep the killer
murder rap shit

it

The press runs to tape-record the bloody
so the human race can study death
They'll reach you through your TV
feature a creature that will beat you to death if he could meet you
You're executed you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered your flesh after being thrown in a river
You will be forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbing your till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killing off your
Drilling' holes in your till you're spilling the color vermilion
split your brains
I'll 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 piece of
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable of the dose
You won't survive a screwdriver driven inside throat
Choke on blood and saliva another conniver

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 planet with nightmares 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 meat and serve you to your
We're moving bad
Another brutal shooting
Turning humans to
Groupies to crack
And that lactate,
mad milk, I never have guilt
I have krill's, I'll have you killed
In front of your mom and your grill
both of them
With of your exploding head
fragments staining' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug pieces of shit that love the dirt
psychological
I'm like having a rifle at you
We're not the type smile at you
the type to body you
Slit throat with a broken bottle
Pieces of glass stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballs
Have you cyanide screaming die whores
Watch it kill your physical first, next minds lost
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls when my talks!
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you like a
My grind core