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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death murder rap

it
The press, runs the tape records the mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
They'll in through your TV speaker
feature
A that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your when your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's
And putrid
We murdered natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbin 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
I'll your brains
slit your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across your
Is like hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your bank
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the only one digesting the dose
You won't a screw driver driven inside your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a vitality found in few places
But beneath the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human
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 your grave, piss in mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to friends
We movin bad
brutal shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And that lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In front of mom and dads grill
Splatterin of them
With pieces of your explodin
Brain stainin' clothing red
I make you 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 that at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin screamin die whores
your physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
Got you splattered across the walls my nine tongs
Murder you execution style like a boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind