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 records the bloody mess
of the human race, can study death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
They'll
A that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your when your electrocuted
Who's for a homeless man that's dead
And putrid
We your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a statue of
A grasshopper in the lab
Stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
Jabbin flab till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off your
holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split brains
I'll slit your
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is like hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one capable digesting the
You survive a screw driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality in few other places
But beneath the surface of the city
And you uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
become reality
Witness the
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 mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you slop meat and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal rampage
humans to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In front of your mom and grill
Splatterin of them
With of your explodin head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm like havin a shot at you
We not the type smile at you
We the type bite at you
Slit your with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide die whores
Kill your physical first, next minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you splattered the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style like a crime
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My grind core