[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
Metaphysical, psychotic and dramatic episodes
Bet my scissors will wreak havoc on lymphatic nodes and throats
You ain't met a killer yet with intellect to fill a TEC
Wet, slit your neck and jet and have a second side of vet?
All you'll get is silhouettes and not a drop of DNA
While you rot away, decay, I'm being jocked at VMAs
See it matters that you scatter when I shoot the 45th
Cuz you could get your data splattered out of your computer chip
How does it feel that you were hit, when the Glock that I shot rang
After I pop your top, I load your pockets with loose change
We get to smother guys after baby's mother dies
Traumatized by my replies to dumb fucks in knives
Hyde's rotten, disdainful, sick, and plotting to maim you
Yeah, it's hot and painful when you're shot with a brainful
We're bringing out the dead, drill and drink up what you bled
Sleeping with your mother's carcass and it's stinking up my bed
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
Sleaze merchant, my diseased verses freeze meat curtains
Chop you in little pieces like White Castle cheeseburgers
Even worse than the prostitution of teen virgins
Double D nurses surrounded by murderous creeps and perverts
Circle of surgeons, the urgent, prose of perversion
Doctors with shotguns, surgery, 2009 version
The most evasive, with explosive hatred
The cultivation of the ultimate cult to Satan
It's a bizarre and repulsive nation
It embrace your soul like murder initiations
Suicidal ayatollah, more aliver than an Al-Qaeda soldier
With a dirty bomb on his shoulders
You are entering the Circle of Tyrants
A world of drugs, sex, money, murder and violence
We the next step after the planes
The bullet that exit your skull after we splatter your brains
Metaphysical, psychotic and dramatic episodes
Bet my scissors will wreak havoc on lymphatic nodes and throats
You ain't met a killer yet with intellect to fill a TEC
Wet, slit your neck and jet and have a second side of vet?
All you'll get is silhouettes and not a drop of DNA
While you rot away, decay, I'm being jocked at VMAs
See it matters that you scatter when I shoot the 45th
Cuz you could get your data splattered out of your computer chip
How does it feel that you were hit, when the Glock that I shot rang
After I pop your top, I load your pockets with loose change
We get to smother guys after baby's mother dies
Traumatized by my replies to dumb fucks in knives
Hyde's rotten, disdainful, sick, and plotting to maim you
Yeah, it's hot and painful when you're shot with a brainful
We're bringing out the dead, drill and drink up what you bled
Sleeping with your mother's carcass and it's stinking up my bed
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
Sleaze merchant, my diseased verses freeze meat curtains
Chop you in little pieces like White Castle cheeseburgers
Even worse than the prostitution of teen virgins
Double D nurses surrounded by murderous creeps and perverts
Circle of surgeons, the urgent, prose of perversion
Doctors with shotguns, surgery, 2009 version
The most evasive, with explosive hatred
The cultivation of the ultimate cult to Satan
It's a bizarre and repulsive nation
It embrace your soul like murder initiations
Suicidal ayatollah, more aliver than an Al-Qaeda soldier
With a dirty bomb on his shoulders
You are entering the Circle of Tyrants
A world of drugs, sex, money, murder and violence
We the next step after the planes
The bullet that exit your skull after we splatter your brains
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