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 your TV speaker
They'll
A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
Your executed when electrocuted
responsible for a homeless man that's dead
And putrid
We murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a statue of
A in the lab dead
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
you off a building
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 gettin hit by a
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You like the
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
Choke on blood and saliva another croaks

It's in the streets of the big apple
And a vitality found in few other
But beneath the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human
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 your mouth, and shit on your
Grind you into slop and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
Splatterin both of
With pieces of your explodin
fragments stainin' clothing red
I you love 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 that smile at you
We the type bite at you
Slit your with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill your physical first, next your minds
Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
Got you splattered across the walls with my nine
Murder you execution like a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind