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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Necro]Poetry in the Streets |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
(Necro) Uh Peep the killer shit ų·¯¸¦ ¹Ù¶óºÁ Death murder rap shit Á×À½°ú »ìÀÎÀÇ ·¦ Bitch °³³â¾Æ Check it µé¾îºÁ The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess ¾ð·ÐÀº, Å×ÀÔ¿¡ ÇÇÅõ¼ºÀÌ ³ÀåÆÇÀ» ³ìÈÇØ documentations of the human race, can study death Àηù¿¡ °üÇÑ ¼·ù·Î Á×À½À» ¿¬±¸ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÁö they'll reach in through your TV speaker ±×µéÀº ´Ï TV ½ºÇÇÄ¿·Î µé¾î°¡ they'll feature a creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya ¸¸¾à ³Ê¶û ¸¸³ª¸é ³Î Á×µµ·Ï ÆÐÁÙ »ý¹°À» ¼±º¸ÀÏ°Å¾ß your executed when your electrocuted Àü±â Ãæ°ÝÀÌ ¿À¸é ±×°Ô »çÇüÀÌÁö who's responsible for a homeless man thats dead and smells putrid Á×¾î¼ ½âÀº ³¿»õ°¡ ³ª´Â ³ë¼÷ÀÚ´Â ´©±¸ Ã¥ÀÓÀÎÁö we murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river ¿ì¸° °¿¡ ´øÁ®Áø ´Ï ¸öÀ» ²¨³» »ìÀ» Âõ¾î Á׿´Áö you'll be frozen forever into a statue of death ³Ê´Â Á×À½ÀÇ µ¿»óÀÌ µÇ¾î ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ¾ó¾îºÙÀ»°Å¾ß a grasshopper in the lab dead, stabbed in the head ½ÇÇè½Ç¿¡¼ Á×Àº ¸Þ¶Ñ±â, ¸Ó¸®¿¡ Ä®ÀÌ Âñ·Á knives are like the hands of a crab jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled ½ÄÄ®µéÀº ¸¶Ä¡ °ÔÀÇ Áý°Ô °°ÀÌ ´Ï ±º»ìÀ» °ø°ÝÇØ, ÇÇ Èê·Á Á×À» ¶§±îÁö throw you off a building, killin off your children ³Ê¸¦ ºôµù¿¡¼ ´øÁö°í, ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» »ìÇØÇØ drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million ½Ãü¿¡ ±¸¸ÛÀ» µå¸±·Î ¶Õ¾î, 100¸¸ °¡Áö »ö±òÀÌ Èê·¯³ª¿Ã ¶§±îÁö i'll split your brains, i'll slit your veins ´Ï ³ú¸¦ ±îÁÙ°Ô, ´Ï ÇÍÁÙÀ» Àß¶óÁÙ°Ô the impact of a bat cracked across your back is like gettin hit by a train ³× µî µÚ·Î ÀüÇØÁö´Â ¸ùµÕÀÌÀÇ Ãæ°ÝÀº ¸¶Ä¡ ±âÂ÷°¡ Ä¥ ¶§¿Í °°Áö i'll stick a fang in your blood bank then strangle ³× ÇÍÁÙ¿¡ ¼Û°÷´Ï¸¦ ¹Ú¾Æ³Ö°í ¸ñÀ» Á¹¶ó my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of an angle ³» ÆÈÂî´Â »ï°¢Çü Á¶°¢Ã³·³ ³Î °ø°ÝÇØ(?) I think my shit's too brutal for most ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ³» ÀÛǰÀº ´ëºÎºÐ¿¡°Ô ³Ê¹« ÀÜÀÎÇÑ °Å °°¾Æ I might be the only one capable digesting the dose ÀÌ·± °É ¼ÒÈÇØ³¾ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷Àº ³ª»ÓÀÏÁöµµ ¸ô¶ó you won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat ´Ï ¸ñ ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ÆÄ°í µé¾î°¡´Â ½ºÅ©·çµå¶óÀ̹ö¸¦ °ßµ®³¾ ¼ø ¾øÀ»°É choke on blood and saliva another conniver croaks ÇÇ¿Í Ä§¿¡ ¸ñÀÌ ¸·Çô ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ °ø¸ðÀÚ°¡ ²Ã±î´Ú°Å¸®³× CHORUS: It's poetry in the streets of the big apple ´º¿åÀÇ °Å¸®¿¡ ÆîÃÄÁö´Â ½Ã and a vitality found in few other places ¾ó¸¶ ¾ÈµÇ´Â Àå¼Ò¿¡¼ ¹ß°ßµÇ´Â »ý¸í but look beneath the surface of the city ÇÏÁö¸¸ µµ½ÃÀÇ Ç¥¸é ¾Æ·¡¸¦ ÃÄ´ÙºÁ and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion ±×·¯¸é ±èÀ» ³»´Â Àΰ£ °¨Á¤ÀÇ Ç®À» ¹ß°ßÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»Å×´Ï gun sour, a planet, where nightmares ÃѰÝ, Ç༺, ¾Ç¸ùÀÌ Çö½ÇÀÌ µÇ´Â °÷ that become reality, witness the brutality ÀÜÀÎÇÑ »ç½ÇÀ» ¸ñ°ÝÇϰԳª its poetry in the streets of the big apple, you get tackled À̰ÍÀº ´º¿åÀÇ °Å¸®¿¡ ÆîÃÄÁö´Â ½Ã, ³Í ÅÂŬÀ» ´çÇϰí and grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled ¹Ù´ÚÀ¸·Î ³»´Ù²ÈÇô, ¹éÀεéÀº ³ë¿¹°¡ µÇ¾î ¼ö°©ÀÌ Ã¤¿öÁ® I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face ³ ´Ï ¹«´ý¿¡ ħÀ» ¹ñ°í, ÀÔ ¾È¿¡ ¿ÀÁÜÀ» ½Î°í, ¾ó±¼¿¡ ¶ËÀ» ½Î grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends ´Ï »ìÄڱ⸦ °¥¾Æ¼ Ä£±¸¿¡°Ô ´ëÁ¢ÇÏÁö we bringin bad taste, another brutal shootin rampage ±âºÐ ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°É °¡Á®´ÙÁÙ°Ô, ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ÀÜȤÇÑ ÃѰÝÀü turnin humans to ashtrays, doobies to crack slaves Àΰ£À» Àç¶³ÀÌ·Î ¹Ù²Ù°í, Æ÷¸£³ë ¹è¿ì¸¦ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ³ë¿¹·Î and boobies that lactate, squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt ±×¸®°í Á¥ÀÌ ³ª¿À´Â °¡½¿Àº, ´õ ¸¹Àº ¿ìÀ¯°¡ ³ª¿À°Ô, ÁËÃ¥°¨Àº ¾ø¾î i have krills, i'll have you fags killed ³ Å©¸±(?)ÀÌ ÀÖÁö, ³Ê³× °ÔÀÌ»õ³¢µé Á׿©¹ö¸®°Ú¾î in front of your mom and dads grill splatterin both of them ´Ï ¾ö¸¶¿Í ¾Æºü ¾ó±¼ ¾Õ¿¡¼, µÑµµ ¹°·Ð ¹«»çÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ with pieces of your explodin head brain fragments stainin' clothing red ³× Æø¹ßÇÑ ¸Ó¸® ¼ÓÀÇ ³úÀÇ ÆÄÆíÀ» ±×µé¿¡°Ô Æ¢°Ü, ¿ÊÀ» »¡°²°Ô ¹°µé¿©°¡¸é¼ i make you love the pain, it hurts °íÅëÀ» »ç¶ûÇÏ°Ô ÇØÁÙ°Ô, ¾ÆÇÁÁö we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt ¿ì¸° ¸¶¾àÁßµ¶ÀÚ¸¦ À§ÇÑ ³ë·¤ ¸¸µé¾î, ¸ÕÁö¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â Àΰ£¾²·¹±â its psychological i'm like havin a rifle shot at you Á¤½Åº´ÀûÀÌÁö, ³ ¸¶Ä¡ ³Î »ç°ÝÇÏ´Â ¶óÀÌÇà we not the type that smile at you, we the type that bite at you ¿ì¸° ¹Ì¼ÒÁþ´Â ŸÀÔÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ³Î ±ú¹«´Â ŸÀÔ slit your throat with the broken bottle ±úÁø ¼úº´À¸·Î ´Ï ¸ñÀ» ±×¾î pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs À¯¸®Á¶°¢µéÀÌ ´Ï ´«¾ËÀ» ¶Õ°í ¸¶±¸ Âñ·¯ have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores 'Á×¾î¶ó â³à'¶ó°í ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£¸é¼ û»ê°¡¸®¸¦ »ïŰ°Ô ¸¸µé¾î kill your physical first, next your minds lost ¸ÕÀú ´Ï À°Ã¼¸¦ ¾ø¾Ö°í, ±×´ÙÀ½Àº Á¤½Åµµ »ç¶óÁöÁö leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse Àå·Ê½ÄÀå¿¡ µ¥·Á´ÙÁÙ°Ô, ¸ÚÁø ½Ãü°¡ µÉ°Å¾ß got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs ³» 9°³ÀÇ Áý°Ô¿¡ ³Ê´Â »ê»êÁ¶°¢³ª º®¿¡ °É·ÁÀÖÁö murder you execution style like a crime boss ³Î Á׿©, »çÇü ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀº ¸¶Ä¡ ¹üÁËÁ¶Á÷ º¸½º travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg ½Ã°£À» ¿©ÇàÇØ ½ÎÀ̺¸±×ó·³ ³Î ÆÄ±«(terminate)ÇØ my mentallity's grind core ³» Á¤½Å »óÅ´ ºÐ¼â±âÀÇ Á߽ɺΠChorus |
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