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Poetry in the streets
brand new third
and Ill Bill

The press, runs the records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can study
they'll reach in your TV speaker
they'll
a creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed your electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man dead
and smells
we your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
a in the lab dead
in the head
knives are like the hands of a
jabbin your flab till you them and bled
you off a building
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse till spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split brains
i'll slit veins
the of a bat cracked across your back
is like gettin hit by a
stick a fang in your blood bank
then
my mangle
you the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one capable the dose
you won't survive a screw driver driven inside your
choke on blood and saliva another croaks

Remix!

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few other
but beneath the surface of the city
and you uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion

gun sour, a planet, where
that reality
witness the
its poetry in the streets of the big
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

I spit on grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into slop meat and serve you to friends
we movin bad
brutal shootin rampage
turnin humans to
to crack slaves
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
i have krills, i'll have you killed
in front of mom and dads grill
both of them
with pieces of explodin head
brain fragments clothing red
i you love the pain, it hurts
we make music for addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm havin a rifle shot at you
we not the type that at you
we the that bite at you
slit your with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
kill physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
got you splattered across the walls my nine talks
murder you execution like a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's grind

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few other
but look the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, where
that reality
the brutality
its poetry in the streets of the big
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

Rescue show care for the living
stick with them but once death is claimed
paramedics show for the victim
you respect when your alive but once you
die your reduced to a bloody a gruesome sight
to the eye a taxi is a dangerous career
you pick up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers fear a robber put a gun
in your ear and end your life with the of
a finger it all year you goin into respiratory
arrest the fire men are pumpin your chest and hope in your breath no ones immune to dyin' in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history