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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the shit
Death murder rap

it
The press, runs the tape records the mess
Documentations of the human race, can death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
They'll
A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
Your executed your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a man that's dead
And putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after 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 flab till you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
Killin off children
Drillin' in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million
I'll split your
I'll slit vains
The impact of a bat cracked your back
Is like hit by a train
I'll a fang in your blood bank
Then
My bangle
You the triangle
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable digesting the
You won't survive a driver driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver

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 uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, where
That become
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 and serve you to your friends
We bad taste
Another shootin rampage
Turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I krills, i'll have you fags killed
In of your mom and dads grill
Splatterin of them
With pieces of explodin head
Brain stainin' clothing red
I you love the pain, it hurts
We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the that smile at you
We the that bite at you
Slit your with the broken bottle
Pieces of jagged glass you through your fuckin eyeballs
Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
Kill physical first, next your minds lost
Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
Got you splattered the walls with my nine tongs
Murder you execution style like a crime
Travel through time and terminate you like a
My mentallity's grind