Poetry In The Streets Lyrics - Necro

(Necro) 

Uh 

Peep the killer shit 

Death murder rap shit 

Bitch 

Check it 

The press runs to tape-record the bloody mess 

Documentation so the human race can study death 

They'll reach you through your TV speaker 

They'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he could meet you 

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 being thrown in a river 

You will 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 

Jabbing your flab till you wrapped them and bled 

Throw you off a building 

Killing off your children 

Drilling' holes in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilion 

We'll split your brains 

I'll slit your vein 

The impact of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a train 

I'll stick a fang in your blood bank 

Then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of bangle 

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 screwdriver driven inside your throat 

Choke on blood and saliva another conniver 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 seething cesspool of human emotions 

Gone sour 

A planet with nightmares that become reality 

Witness the brutality 

There's 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're moving bad taste 

Another brutal shooting rampage 

Turning humans to ashtrays 

Groupies to crack slaves 

And boobies that lactate, 

Squirting mad milk, I never have guilt 

I have krill's, I'll have you fags killed 

In front of your mom and your dads grill 

Splattering both of them 

With pieces of your exploding head 

Brain fragments staining' clothing red 

I make you love the pain, it hurts 

We make music for drug addict pieces of shit that love the dirt 

It's psychological 

I'm like having a rifle shot at you 

We're not the type that smile at you 

We're the type to body you 

Slit your throat with a broken bottle 

Pieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballs 

Have you swallowing cyanide screaming die whores 

Watch it 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 when my nine talks! 

Murder you execution style like a crime boss 

Travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg 

My mentality's grind core