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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it
The press, the tape records the bloody mess
of the human race, can study death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
feature
A creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's
And smells
We murdered natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are the hands of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split brains
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across your
Is like gettin hit by a
I'll a fang in your blood bank
strangle
My shangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a vitality in few other places
But look beneath the of the city
And you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
Witness the
Its poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled
I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We movin bad
Another shootin rampage
Turnin humans to
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In front of mom and dads grill
Splatterin both of
pieces of your explodin head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you 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 smile at you
We the that bite at you
your throat with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
Have you cyanide screamin die whores
Kill your physical first, your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind