Necro: Poetry In The Streets (Remix)
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Poetry in the streets remix
brand new third verse
Necro and Ill Bill
The press, runs the tape record 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 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 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 colour vermillion
i'll split your brains
i'll slit your veins
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 shank will mangle
you like the triangle
piece of an bangle
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 conniver croaked
Remix!
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'll 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 shooting rampage
turning humans to ashtrays
groupies 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 dad's grill
splatter both of them
with pieces of your exploding head
brain fragments stainin' clothing red
i'll 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 to body you
slit your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin' eyeballs
have you swallowing cyanide and screamin "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
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
Remix!
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
New Verse!
Rescue crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but once death is claimed
paramedics show disregard for the victim
you command respect when your alive
but once you die
your reduced to a bloody nuisance a gruesome sight to the eye
driven a taxi is a dangerous career
you might pick up the grim reaper the passenger all taxi drivers fear
a robber might put a gun in your ear
and end your life with the twitch of a finger it happens all year
you going into respiratory arrest
fire men are pumpin your chest and hope in restoring your breath
no ones immune to dyin'
you disagree you're lyin' to yourself in time everything livings history
Poetry in the streets remix
brand new third verse
Necro and Ill Bill
The press, runs the tape record 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 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 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 colour vermillion
i'll split your brains
i'll slit your veins
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 shank will mangle
you like the triangle
piece of an bangle
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 conniver croaked
Remix!
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'll 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 shooting rampage
turning humans to ashtrays
groupies 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 dad's grill
splatter both of them
with pieces of your exploding head
brain fragments stainin' clothing red
i'll 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 to body you
slit your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin' eyeballs
have you swallowing cyanide and screamin "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
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
Remix!
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
New Verse!
Rescue crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but once death is claimed
paramedics show disregard for the victim
you command respect when your alive
but once you die
your reduced to a bloody nuisance a gruesome sight to the eye
driven a taxi is a dangerous career
you might pick up the grim reaper the passenger all taxi drivers fear
a robber might put a gun in your ear
and end your life with the twitch of a finger it happens all year
you going into respiratory arrest
fire men are pumpin your chest and hope in restoring your breath
no ones immune to dyin'
you disagree you're lyin' to yourself in time everything livings history
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