[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards
Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death, bitch!
Incorrect politically, linguistically I'm lethal
Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people
The Governor of Brit will have your mother sucking dick
Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
All anarchists are loving it while stubborn Feds are bugging it
Your government's discovered cut to pieces in my cupboard, kid
I'll tarnish you with carnage now your sergeant's paying homage
Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ransacked
To strife out the Anthrax choked life out your grandpaps
The torture is immense, got you crawling out your vents
The gore that Hyde that invents put dents in your defense
[Verse 2: Necro]
I'm like Malcolm when he came back from Mecca: Not a racist!
But when they come to kill me at my speech, I'll shoot 'em in they're faces!
I lived a life of aggravation, contempt in laceration
So I'm exempt from assassination attempts
Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallis
You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private
Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin
With the Indian axe, peeling your skin back for starting
I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme
But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time!
You Benedict Arnold's will be smoking crack like bridges
We're burning bridges
So you can't cross 'em 'cause our militia's vicious
The thirteen colonies bring it to you, get on the horse
We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross
Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding
I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom!
Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards
Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death, bitch!
Incorrect politically, linguistically I'm lethal
Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people
The Governor of Brit will have your mother sucking dick
Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
All anarchists are loving it while stubborn Feds are bugging it
Your government's discovered cut to pieces in my cupboard, kid
I'll tarnish you with carnage now your sergeant's paying homage
Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ransacked
To strife out the Anthrax choked life out your grandpaps
The torture is immense, got you crawling out your vents
The gore that Hyde that invents put dents in your defense
[Verse 2: Necro]
I'm like Malcolm when he came back from Mecca: Not a racist!
But when they come to kill me at my speech, I'll shoot 'em in they're faces!
I lived a life of aggravation, contempt in laceration
So I'm exempt from assassination attempts
Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallis
You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private
Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin
With the Indian axe, peeling your skin back for starting
I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme
But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time!
You Benedict Arnold's will be smoking crack like bridges
We're burning bridges
So you can't cross 'em 'cause our militia's vicious
The thirteen colonies bring it to you, get on the horse
We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross
Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding
I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom!
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