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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
murder rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape records the bloody
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in through TV speaker
feature
A creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed when your
responsible for a homeless man that's dead
And smells
We murdered your natural flesh bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever a statue of death
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are the hands of a crab
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colours of a million
split your brains
I'll slit your
The impact of a bat across your back
Is like hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a found in few other places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
become reality
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And to the floor, white slaved up and shackled
I spit on grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal rampage
Turnin humans to
Doobies to crack
And that lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
both of them
With of your explodin head
Brain stainin' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm like a rifle shot at you
We not the type smile at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat with the bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
Kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
Got you splattered the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style a crime boss
Travel through time and you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind