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
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in through your TV
feature
A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
Your executed when your
responsible for a homeless man that's dead
And smells
We murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a statue of
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
Throw you off a
Killin off your
Drillin' in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll your brains
I'll slit vains
The of a bat cracked across your back
Is gettin hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
Witness the
Its poetry in the of the big apple
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled
I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on face
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We movin bad
brutal shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I have krills, have you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
both of them
With of your explodin head
fragments stainin' clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We make music for addicts, pieces of shit, that 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
your throat with the broken bottle
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 home you a fine corpse
Got you splattered across the with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style like a boss
Travel through time and you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core