[Mr. Hyde]
Yo
Don't be concerned about what you heard about me word of mouth
Facts I'll take the burner out and blow your fucking sternum out
I'll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle
In my cabinets to prove you ain't shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a pit's jaws grip to you
Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads
Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder
Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky
From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to gеt high
Or pull the tool in your bless, leavе you laying on the deck
Fuck your bulletproof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug
Ain't no crews rugged'er, I'll prove it with a slug
See, we Psycho+Logical your team's methodical
We back slap fag rappers like bitch prostitutes
Scream, and pray it's only a nightmare
And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear
In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife
Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five alike
[Goretex]
Barn of the Naked Dead
Garnish your flesh, carving your head
Me and the Coven starve women till they're orange and red
Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards
I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with killer mixtures
Writing bibles like I'm Anton
We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched
With there tampons, a blood fetish
A monstrous grimace like Al Fish
A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx
Playing God is such a thrill for me
My young ministry with six women become un-inhibited they kill for me
The God of love, I leave scars and misery
See letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me
The night surgeon, I flip it like a Christ diversion
Welcome to Hell, selling souls right in person
The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it
Expressed male, set my panties and bloody curtains
Yo
Don't be concerned about what you heard about me word of mouth
Facts I'll take the burner out and blow your fucking sternum out
I'll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle
In my cabinets to prove you ain't shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a pit's jaws grip to you
Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads
Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder
Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky
From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to gеt high
Or pull the tool in your bless, leavе you laying on the deck
Fuck your bulletproof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug
Ain't no crews rugged'er, I'll prove it with a slug
See, we Psycho+Logical your team's methodical
We back slap fag rappers like bitch prostitutes
Scream, and pray it's only a nightmare
And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear
In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife
Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five alike
[Goretex]
Barn of the Naked Dead
Garnish your flesh, carving your head
Me and the Coven starve women till they're orange and red
Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards
I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with killer mixtures
Writing bibles like I'm Anton
We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted, fucked and punched
With there tampons, a blood fetish
A monstrous grimace like Al Fish
A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx
Playing God is such a thrill for me
My young ministry with six women become un-inhibited they kill for me
The God of love, I leave scars and misery
See letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me
The night surgeon, I flip it like a Christ diversion
Welcome to Hell, selling souls right in person
The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it
Expressed male, set my panties and bloody curtains
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