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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death rap shit

it
The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
of the human race, can study death
They'll in through your TV speaker
They'll
A creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your executed when electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man dead
And putrid
We murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
A grasshopper in the lab
in the head
Knives are like the hands of a
Jabbin your flab you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your the colours of a million
split your brains
I'll your vains
The impact of a bat cracked across back
Is like gettin hit by a
stick a fang in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
You won't survive a driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the of the big apple
And a vitality in few other places
But beneath the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That reality
the brutality
Its poetry in the streets of the big
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 you to your friends
We bad taste
Another brutal rampage
Turnin humans to
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I have krills, have you fags killed
In front of mom and dads grill
Splatterin both of
With of your explodin head
fragments stainin' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm like havin a shot at you
We not the type that at you
We the that bite at you
Slit your with the broken bottle
of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide die whores
Kill your first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
Got you across the walls with my nine tongs
you execution style like a crime boss
Travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's core