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poetry in the streets ark sz

peep the killer shit
death murder rap shit
check it

the press, runs the tape records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can study death
theyll reach in through your tv speaker
theyll feature
a creature thatll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed when your electrocuted
whos responsible for a homeless man thats dead
and smells putrid
we murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
youll be frozen forever into a statue of death
a grasshopper in the lab dead
stabbed in the head
knives are like the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a building
killin off your children
drillin holes in your corpse till your spillin the colours of a million
ill split your brains
ill slit your vains
the impact of a bat cracked across your back
is like gettin hit by a train
ill stick a fang in your blood bank
then strangle
my shangle bangle
you like the triangle
piece of an angle
i think my shits too brutal for most
i might be the only one capable digesting the dose
you wont survive a screw driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

its poetry in the streets of the big apple
and a vitality found in few other places
but look beneath the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion

gun sour, a planet, where nightmares
that become reality
witness the brutality
its poetry in the streets of the big apple
you get tackled
and grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

i spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
we movin bad taste
another brutal shootin rampage
turnin humans to ashtrays
doobies to crack slaves
and boobies that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt
i have krills, ill have you fags killed
in front of your mom and dads grill
splatterin both of them
with pieces of your explodin head
brain fragments stainin clothing red
i make you love the pain, it hurts
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt
its psychological
im like havin a rifle shot at you
we not the type that smile at you
we the type that bite at you
slit your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin you through your fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores
kill your physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse
got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs
murder you execution style like a crime boss
travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentallitys grind core



444 kez okundu

necro en ok okunan 10 arks

1. your fuckin head split
2. youre all dying
3. wise ass
4. youre dead
5. wnyu freestyle
6. my sweet dreams
7. std
8. wnyu freestyle //
9. eat shit and die
10. cockroaches

necro arklar
Not: necro ait mp3 bulunmamaktadr ltfen satn alnz.

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