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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape records the mess
of the human race, can study death
They'll in through your TV speaker
feature
A creature that'll 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 after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
A in the lab dead
in the head
Knives are the hands of a crab
your flab till you wrapped them and bled
Throw you off a
off your children
Drillin' holes in your till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split brains
I'll slit vains
The impact of a bat cracked across back
Is gettin hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your bank
Then
My shangle
You the triangle
Piece of an
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a 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 other
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
become reality
Witness the
Its in the streets of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, 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 bad taste
Another brutal rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
And that lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In front of your mom and dads
Splatterin both of
pieces of your explodin head
Brain fragments stainin' red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the that smile at you
We the type that at you
Slit your throat with the broken
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill your physical first, next your lost
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the walls with my tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind