(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