Poetry In The Streets - The Ill Billy Boys Lyrics - Gory Days - Necro

(Necro) 

Uh 

Peep the killer shit 

Death murder rap shit 

Bitch 

Check it 

The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess 

Documentations of the human race, can study death 

They'll reach in through your TV speaker 

They'll feature 

A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya 

Your executed when your 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 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 

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 shit'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 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, i'll 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 

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 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 mentallity's grind core 

Chorus