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
of the human race, can study death
They'll reach in through your TV
feature
A creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed when electrocuted
responsible for a homeless man that's dead
And smells
We murdered your natural flesh bein thrown in a river
You'll be forever into a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your the colours of a million
I'll split your
slit your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across back
Is like gettin hit by a
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
You won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality in few other places
But look beneath the of the city
And you uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
the brutality
Its poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and
I spit on your grave, piss in mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into meat and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
brutal shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
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 both of
With pieces of your explodin
Brain stainin' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
Its
I'm like havin a rifle at you
We not the type that at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat the broken bottle
of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
Kill your first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through and terminate you like a cyborg
My grind core