Necro - Poetry In The Streets lyrics

(Necro) Uh Peep the k**er sh** d**h murder rap sh** b**h Check it 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 movin 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