Текст (слова) песни: Necro - Poetry in the Streets Remix

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 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 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 bringin 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]

Rescue crews show care for the living they`ll stick with `em
But once death is plain paramedics show disregard for the victim
You command respect when you`re alive
But once you die you`re reduced to bloody nuscence a gruesome sight to the eye
Driving 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 to your ear
And end your life with a twist of a finger it happens all year
You`re going into respiratory arrest
Firemen are pumping your chest in hope of restoring your breath
No one is immune to dying, you disagree
Your lying to yourself in time everything living is history

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Necro - Poetry in the Streets Remix 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 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 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 bringin 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] Rescue crews show care for the living they`ll stick with `em But once death is plain paramedics show disregard for the victim You command respect when you`re alive But once you die you`re reduced to bloody nuscence a gruesome sight to the eye Driving 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 to your ear And end your life with a twist of a finger it happens all year You`re going into respiratory arrest Firemen are pumping your chest in hope of restoring your breath No one is immune to dying, you disagree Your lying to yourself in time everything living is history Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Poetry in the Streets Remix: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/13675.html Все тексты песен: Necro » Necro - WNYU 89.1 X-Mas Freestyle 12/23/1999 » Necro - Your Fuckin` Head Split » Necro - WNYU 89.1 Freestyle 5/10/2000 » Necro - S. T. D. » Necro - My Sweet Dreams » Necro - I`m Your Idol » Necro - Circle of Tyrants » Necro - Dedicated To The Trife » Necro - World Gone Mad » Necro - Fuck You to the Track » Necro - You`re Dead » Necro - Necro » Necro - Sick of You » Necro - Sick of You » Necro - Violins of Violence » Necro - The Dispensation of Life and Death » Necro - Freestyle » Necro - Wnyu Freestyle » Necro - 24 Shots » Necro - Dead Body Disposal Remix Рекомендуем скачать: » Умка и Броневичок - Беги, королева » Устинов Юрий - Утром, босой и сонный » Ундервуд - Понты-понты » Умка и Броневичок - Дожили, мама » Уматурман - Ума Турман » Умка и Броневичок - Керуак » Урфин Джюс - Физиология звукозаписи » Умка и Броневичок - Бензоколонка » Умка и Броневичок - Дорога пришла » Устинов Юрий - Уходят стрелки за полночь » Успенская Люба - Белым бела » Устинов Юрий - О том, как исчезли паруса » Устинов Юрий - Трубач » Устинов Юрий - Что поделать, родная, с тобой? » Утесов Леонид - Добрая ночь » Устинов Юрий - Увертюра » Устинов Юрий - Плывем. Куда ж нам плыть? » Утесов Леонид - Пока » Унесенные Ветром - Капучино » Умка и Броневичок - Марш неразменных шишей
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