Necro, ILL BILL - Poetry in the Streets lyrics

Uh peep the killer shit
Death murder rap shit bitch
Check it

The press
Runs to tape record the bloody mess
Documentations so the human race
Can study death
They'll reach in through your TV speaker
They'll feature a creature
That will beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
You're executed when you're electrocuted
Who's responsible for a homeless
Man that's dead and smells putrid
We murdered your natural flesh after
Bein thrown in a river
You'll 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 abdomen bleeds
Throw you off a building
Killin' off your children
Drillin' holes in your corpse till
Your spillin' the colour vermillion
We'll split your brains i'll slit your veins
The impact of a bat cracked across your back
Is like gettin' hit by a train
I'll stick a fang in your blood bank
Then strangle
My shank'll mangle you like the triangled
Teeth of a bengal
I think my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one
Capable of digesting the dose
You won't survive a screw driver
Driven inside your throat
Choke on blood and saliva
Another conniver croaks

It's 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
Gone 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 bringin' bad taste
Another brutal shootin' rampage
Turnin humans to ashtrays
Groupies to crack slaves
And boobies that lactate
Squirtin' mad milk, I never have guilt
I have krills, I'll have you fags killed
In front of your mom and dads grill
Splatter both of them
With pieces of your explodin' head
Brain fragments are 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
I'm like havin' a rifle shot at you
We not the type that smile at you
We the type that body 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 tongues
Murder you execution style like a crime boss
Travel through time and terminate
You like a cyborg my mentality's grindcore