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 the bloody mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
They'll reach in through TV speaker
feature
A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
Your executed when electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead
And putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after bein in a river
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 flab till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a
I'll split your
I'll slit your
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is like gettin hit by a
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable digesting the
You won't survive a driver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a vitality found in few places
But beneath the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled
I on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We movin bad
Another brutal shootin
humans to ashtrays
to crack slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In front of your mom and dads
Splatterin of them
With pieces of explodin head
Brain stainin' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the that smile at you
We the that bite at you
Slit your with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, next your lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you splattered the walls with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you like a
My mentallity's grind