Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry in the Streets - The Ill Billy Boys

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape records the mess
Documentations of the human race, can study
They'll reach in your TV speaker
They'll
A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
Your executed your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's
And smells
We murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a
You'll be frozen forever into a of death
A grasshopper in the lab
Stabbed in the
Knives are the hands of a crab
Jabbin your till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll your brains
slit your vains
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is like gettin hit by a
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
You won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

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 steamin sesspool of emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That reality
the brutality
Its poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And to the floor, white slaved 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 movin bad
Another shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In front of mom and dads grill
Splatterin of them
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments stainin' red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the that smile at you
We the type bite at you
Slit your throat the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
Kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
My mentallity's grind