*sample*
She sits on the window sill
Looking down it`s quite a thrill
In the tree
Imagining what it is like to be dead
She walks on the ledge
Searching for the living end
[Mr. Hyde]
Mr. Hyde your messiah Necro on production brain abduction. Check it
[Chorus]
Your messiah`s arrived prepare to fire your nines
Make up your mind and decide if you desire to die
By the tyrant of knives it`s Mr. Hyde and I thrive
To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cry
[Mr. Hyde]
I`m the scourge of the earth I`ve been a merchant since birth
The devil bobs his head to this the detergents of hurt
One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face
I`m feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States
You can til I`m rolling hard til my nine explodes and charge
I`m giving broken arms like I practice yoda con
I`ll blast your cabbage on nuthin near your average scar
Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your salvage on
My evil slang consists I`m from the latin languages
Vanquish you with bangers after strangle you with blankets kid
Take a piss on you bitch and then I`ll lace you with phlegm
Foul like Malaki and Howie puffin base behind a shem
Leavin you with belly pains headin into hell with chains
Beat the elderly with canes til I see their smelly brains
You`re seekin to live because you`re dreamin it kids
See what the sandman will bring ain`t what the demons will give
[Chorus]
[Mr. Hyde]
It`s Hyde the dream caster hide disease catcher
Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer
Your pain`s expected fuckin major wreckage
When I blaze my tech kid it`ll cave your chest in
My blades connected with your face and left it
Greatly twisted gotta pay to fix it
I`ll stick you through your scarf leave your neck with bloody scars
Gettin hectic like a baby fallin off the monkey bars
Anthem shreddin ya`ll stuff myself til my lungs bleed
The jungle predator son I`ll hunt better hungry
Dedicated to sins like separating your limbs
Desecrating your skin by decorating with pins
You`re undressing confession gettin fucked by a priest
Ain`t no rosary beads will have you touchin his peace
You keep on steppin to me you`ll be receiving some props
I`ll let my weapon release and now you`re bleeding a lot
[Chorus]
