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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death rap shit

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

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a vitality found in few places
But look beneath the of the city
And you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
become reality
Witness the
Its poetry in the of the big apple
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 shootin
humans to ashtrays
Doobies to slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In of your mom and dads grill
Splatterin both of
With pieces of your head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the type that at you
We the that bite at you
Slit your throat the broken bottle
of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you cyanide screamin die whores
your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
Got you across the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
My grind core