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

(Necro)
Uh
Peep the killer
Death murder rap

it
The press, runs the tape records the mess
Documentations of the race, can study death
They'll reach in your TV speaker
feature
A that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
Your when your electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless man that's
And smells
We murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
You'll be frozen forever into a statue of
A grasshopper in the lab
Stabbed in the
Knives are like the of a crab
Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
Throw you off a
Killin off children
Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a
split your brains
I'll slit vains
The impact of a bat cracked across back
Is gettin hit by a train
I'll stick a in your blood bank
Then
My shangle
You like the
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
You won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

It's poetry in the streets of the big
And a found in few other places
But look the surface of the city
And you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion
Gun sour, a planet, nightmares
That become
Witness the
Its poetry in the streets of the big
You get
And grappled to the floor, white up and shackled
I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
Grind you into slop meat and serve you to friends
We movin bad
Another brutal shootin
Turnin to ashtrays
Doobies to crack
And boobies lactate,
Squirtin mad milk, i never have
I have krills, i'll have you fags
In front of your mom and grill
both of them
With pieces of explodin head
Brain fragments clothing red
I make you the pain, it hurts
We music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
Its
I'm havin a rifle shot at you
We not the type smile at you
We the type bite at you
Slit your throat with the bottle
of jagged glass stabbin' 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 like a crime boss
Travel time and terminate you like a cyborg
My mentallity's grind