Poetry in the Streets

(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
 Chorus