Luyện nghe bài hát Frank Zito

(Clip From "Maniac")

I've conducted extensive
now verse is corrupted,offensive to the church,
destructive, worse.
been instructed by sentences in each
verse featured to suck you into a world to see you bleed first. My brutal rhyme is running through your mind stabbing up the cerebrum, down to the spine
Cut up the region.
My personality represents the reality,
since a kid I rocked a reverse mentality.
I no apologies for my biology.
Don't me your not qualified to have my qualities.
Your you'll get no equality.
homocide equals Necro's psychology.
I'm the Leading authority in like beatings
that leave you bleeding orally, a part of me is obsessed.
A label would have been an end to me I was meant to be an independantly runned entity.
I got the illest mind choreded like phylis illes spine,
38 serial killers combined.
It takes one individual act to murder to for kicken a rap its a pitiful fact.
You'll get visibly hacked into shreds, left for dead, from your head with a pair of scissors attached.
Its wizadry, the way you dissapear from the earth physically, covered up exquisitly. Smothered up with militantly.
You see you dying as as can be is the key.
I obtained a brain, from the streets of Brooklyn with the need to inflict pain.
Ill
I smile for the cameras Berkowitz, you can't interpret this, murderous, stab you in the face perfect fit.
I slice percise a surgeon's wrist, another verse that slips
into the of the peverse and sick.
There's nothing than this.
There's nothing more horrifying than people with the thirst for piss and feces GG Allo and German chicks.
Imagine a minuet before flips.
A minuet later your strangled the blue face and purple lips.
Leaving you lying on the cold floor, mouth open, found you bloated a later, reekin' of foul odour.
Fuck the fake scriptures, we sacrilegiously sacrifice you in the name of and take pictures.
My labratories table's nosed.
Its too late if you just noticed that you've been followed home.Look into my eyes, hollow holed, Ill Bill, cold-blooded demon fronm without a soul.
I'm for managing the impossible, if it isn't Uncle Howie its psychological.
of guns, lots of ghouls, got a casa full.
We the reason why docters report at the hospital.