Buggin’ Out Mr Hyde (Ft. Kid Joe)

[Kid Joe]
Barnyard Cosby! Personal party ahhh he loves it!
Personal pies!

[Hook]
The gore shit I kick is sick
Hell yeah I'm buggin' out
The shit's hilarious (2X)

[Mr. Hyde]
I'll hunt you down and find you in the slaughterhouse
I'll grind you into shreds, little shreds (yeah that's right!)
I want you decomposed from your nose down to your toes
Now you're grub, for the bugs (little insects!)
Every blade that makes a mark another great occasion
Now the flame, you'll attain
You can bet I'm sure to slaughter put a sword through your aorta
Till your heart, fuckin' halts (Stop!)
Push your luck with Mr. Hyde you'll die and end up skinned alive
Skeleton, with no skin (She got no skin!)
I'll cleave you with a cleaver leave your body in the freezer
You're a frost, cut the corpse (He's dead)
Inflict a sick disease to make my victim bleed with ease
No escape, you'll be raped (They are raped!)
Inadvertently it nurtures me to murder G's
So I kill, for the thrill (I'm from Merry Hill ahahaha!)