UhnPeep the killer shitnDeath murder rap shitnBitchnCheck itnnThe press runs to tape-record the bloody messnDocumentation so the human race can study deathnThey'll reach you through your TV speakernThey'll feature a creature that will beat you to death if he could meet younYou're executed when you’re electrocutednWho's responsible for a homeless man that's dead and smells putridnWe murdered your natural flesh after being thrown in a rivernYou will be frozen forever into a statue of deathnA grasshopper in the lab deadnStabbed in the headnKnives are like the hands of a crabnJabbing your flab till you wrapped them and blednThrow you off a buildingnKilling off your childrennDrilling' holes in your corpse till you're spilling the color vermilionnWe'll split your brainsnI'll slit your veinnThe impact of a bat cracked across your back is like getting hit by a trainnI'll stick a fang in your blood banknThen strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of banglenI think my shit's too brutal for mostnI might be the only one capable of digesting the dosenYou won't survive a screwdriver driven inside your throatnChoke on blood and saliva another conniver croaksnnCHORUS:nIt's poetry in the streets of the big applenAnd a vitality found in few other placesnBut look beneath the surface of the citynAnd you shall uncover a seething cesspool of human emotionsnGone sournA planet with nightmares that become realitynWitness the brutality nThere's poetry in the streets of the big applenYou get tackled nAnd grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shacklednnI spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your facenGrind you into slop meat and serve you to your friendsnWe're moving bad tastenAnother brutal shooting rampagenTurning humans to ashtraysnGroupies to crack slavesnAnd boobies that lactate, nSquirting mad milk, I never have guiltnI have krill's, I'll have you fags killednIn front of your mom and your dads grillnSplattering both of themnWith pieces of your exploding headnBrain fragments staining' clothing rednI make you love the pain, it hurtsnWe make music for drug addict pieces of shit that love the dirtnIt's psychologicalnI'm like having a rifle shot at younWe're not the type that smile at you nWe're the type to body younSlit your throat with a broken bottlenPieces of jagged glass stabbing' you through your fucking eyeballsnHave you swallowing cyanide screaming die whoresnWatch it kill your physical first, next your minds lostnLeave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpsenGot you splattered across the walls when my nine talks!nMurder you execution style like a crime bossnTravel through time and terminate you like a cyborgnMy mentality's grind corennChorusn