Necro - Poetry in the Streets Remix lyrics

The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess Documentations of the human race, can study d**h They'll reach in through your TV speaker They'll feature A creature that'll beat ya to d**h, if he can meet ya Your executed when your electrocuted Who's responsible for a homeless man thats dead And smells putrid We murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river You'll be frozen forever into a statue of d**h A gra**hopper 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 k**in off your children Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million I'll split your brains I'll slit your vains 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 shangle bangle You like the triangle Piece of an angle I think my sh**'s too brutal for most I might be the only one capable digesting the dose You won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks [Chorus] 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 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 sh** 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 Doobies to crack slaves And b**bies that lactate Squirtin mad milk, I never have guilt I have krills, I'll have you f*gs k**ed 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 sh**, 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 bite at you Slit your throat with the broken bottle Pieces of jagged gla** stabbin' you through your f**in eyeballs Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die who*es k** 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 mentallity's grind core [Chorus] Rescue crews show care for the living they'll stick with 'em But once d**h is plain paramedics show disregard for the victim You command respect when you're alive But once you die you're reduced to bloody nuscence a gruesome sight to the eye Driving a taxi is a dangerous career You might pick up the grim reaper the pa**enger all taxi drivers fear A robber might put a gun to your ear And end your life with a twist of a finger it happens all year You're going into respiratory arrest Firemen are pumping your chest in hope of restoring your breath No one is immune to dying, you disagree Your lying to yourself in time everything living is history