"Them"
(feat. Goretex, Ill Bill, Necro)
[sample]
They're coming here. They're waiting to take the city
They're peering around buildings at night
And they're waiting, they're waiting for you
And they'll take you one by one and no one will hear you scream
No one will hear you SCREEEAAAM !!!
[Necro]
Stick an ax in your guts like Maximus bumpin Exodus
Bonded by hemoglobin dumpin clips in your tits the annocist activist
The brotherhood of evil mutants run up on you
Shootin people fuckin feeble unit none of us are good
The toxic avengin your head the reverend of death
In the end the revelation of flesh being stretched to the ending
Your homo click is exterminated like vermin
Roamin through train stations terminated by electrical currents occurin
I rock a pair of Nikes hiking through the streets
Like a viking holding spikes I'm civilized and devilized don't sleep
You're not ill you perpetrate the blood that circulates
In your vertebrae your squirting your shirt with the perverted murder percolate
The revolting insulting cult king is resulting
As the sickest fuck on the planet earth catapulting molting
I'll be a billionaire and still be down to throw you down the stairs
And kill you rockin you with military keep it ill on you
[Ill Bill]
I don't care come God of atrocity kill you with 5 fingers constantly
The monstrosity king of the scum bags king of colostomy
My gun bang we run things give you a neck tie
Look how your tongue hangs it's bloodbath pornography
Splatter fest the sado masochist I'll paint the walls with your blood
Physical graffiti cynical agreeing
This is murder world welcome to your death after the afterlife
I'll murder you again laugh with the burner to your head
Suicide soldiers like the heavens gate die obsessed with hate
Blood stained holy books are like a test of faith
Like the word of God telling me to kill only murder pagans
Telling me to sacrifice you in the name of satan
Pain lost an abomination unholy combination
Circle of tyrants we control an entire nation
That can attack you like the Dawn of the Dead
Rather be backstage catchin head from your daughter instead
[Goretex]
You on all fours candle stuck to your back like gauze
I'd rather make a lamp shade of your skin tac you to walls
When the boredom sets in pull out my axe from the stall
Howie pops up enough packs to last us til fall
The wizard of gore diminished like your skull with a sword
Emotionless leave it to a finish like midgets and dwarfs
God hates us all so we burn churches your mouth's a urinal bitch
Blaze with the deep purple I hurt you on purpose
I never got shit handed to me
The silver spoon is only used to cook the food in the pot your kid's a fantasy
We sick goons we don't give a fuck what you say
Above the law dead an apology strait from DA's
Blaze law killa go coked berretta the scheme
If I don't blow up this lab in the kitchen from methamphetamines
The wall's closin in too much to fight
Pay Per View suicide we all die tonight
[Mr. Hyde]
Yo I slay who I wanna when creating a horror
See my state of nirvana is to make you a goner
Stick a pick in your stomach because I'm sick of you frontin
But still I'm quicker to bludgeon and catchin victims with nuthin
I'll whip out the sharp shank and stick and jig up with ease
I watch your ligaments bleed with very vigorous speed
My left hook is known to put a bitch in the scene
And transform his face into mystery meat
After I clap at the wig your skull will snap like a twig
There ain't no little body counts I make my massacres big
Carefully put in my clips so that the bullets could rip
You gettin butchered to bits to me is as good as it gets
Bet you leave on a stretcher when the 16 wet ya
Wit ya cap twist it back like a major league catcher
Your head will bleed ketchup and your garments are soaked
Watch me finish the job with somethin sharp in your throat
Weapons Of Mass Destruction
[sample]
Wanting people to listen you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore
You have to hit them with a sledgehammer
And then you'll notice you've got their strict attention
[Necro]
Fully functioning murder mechanisms [x2]
[Mr. Hyde]
No fucking gat kid my favorite tool is a hatchet
There ain't that many weapons more brutal then that shit
I'll settle for a bat a metal one at that
Bash you with a tea pot kid and call the kettle black
Torture with fork lifts twisted on your porch this
Weapons assortment got you lookin awkward
Sharpen the pencil and penetrate your eye
Heartless but gentle a splendid way to die
Shackle in jooks but still grapplin hooks
Drop your lost corpse off in back of a bush
So I prefer to bust jaws and the murdering buzzsaws
In terms of total damage the burner does more
Twine is used to strangle tire irons mangle
Police disbelieve what is underneath your Kangol
Bares the resemblance of fruit gettin blended
Use a cross bow to shoot your appendix
Stomp you with cleets to halt your heart beat
Or sharpen my teeth and tear apart fleas
[Chorus]
Kill with a drill clap with a gat
Maim with a flame or hack with an axe
Scorch with the torch jooks with the hooks
Every weapon I use rearranges your looks
Choke with the rope crack with the bat
Stick with a pick or snap with a strap
Carve with a large knife and you're trife
Every weapon I use puts an end to your life
[Mr. Hyde]
You could be shot with the glock or clocked with a rock
Cue balls in the socks for knockin your block off
Sawboard tools can be used to deplore you
A fork or a corkscrew duke I assure you
Die til you're dead with the pliers and thread
I can close up your legs or open your head
An african spear packed in your rear
Axe is the maximum laxative here
A blowtorch inches way as it singes
AIDs blood filled to the brim in syringes
Sledgehammer slam chisels in chest
Watch the read drizzle and drip from the flesh
I lust to create a much rougher fate
Pillows cover your face as lungs suffocate
Though chinese stars might leave scars
Swords get applause when the slice out hearts
Diced into parts much smaller then ants
I likeded the part with gore on my hands
[Chorus]
[Necro]
Fully functioning murder mechanisms [x2]
"Street Veteran, Part 2"
(feat. Ill Bill, Necro)
[sample from Dusk Till Dawn]
Rule number 1 - no noise no questions. If you make a noise, Mr. 44 makes a noise
If you ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it. Rule number 2 - you do what we say when we say it
If you don't, see rule number 1. Rule number 3 - don't you ever try and fucking run on us
Cause I got 6 little friends and they can all run faster then you can
[Mr. Hyde]
Hey yo I let the automatic spit to show you I ain't havin it
I use the icepick kid to stab is always adequate
You never should've stoked the blade the tore your throat
They left you leakin liquid like a bitch who's water broke
Put a pillow on your face kid and drown out your screams
Count the widows I made kid it's around in the teens
I got an ounce of the haze a 4 pounder to blaze
Anxious to kill you like a convict countin his days
Against the 4/5th your vest got no clout
Put a hole in you 'so big intestines fall out
Public enemy 1 I'm always ready to dump
And if you askin for a bullet I got plenty to dump
I hold a sixteen shooter and it bust like a tank
I chill with psychos that can turn a toothbrush to a shank
The grimy type with a rope that still collided with smoke
Who's idea of a fair one is a knife in your throat
See we can kill you with raps or we could kill you with gats
I got an '89 Taurus painted silver and black
Started to fill you with caps just like your dentist do teeth
It's as simple as teeth we'll leave you dead in the street
[Necro]
Street veterans you better watch your fuckin step
We'll beat you to death Hyde and Ill Bill wreck
Street veterans gangsters criminals
Drug dealers that'll stab you up in different intervals
Street veterans OG's that done did it
Don't ever try to bring it you bitch you must be kiddin
Street veterans Ill Bill and Hyde rip it
Over a carcass you start it it's real shit legitimate
[Ill Bill]
I know the world's over but I'm a get mines while I'm here
Still ready with the microchip up in my ear
I seen enough people eatin gettin paper over my ideas
And I'm a murder everybody each time I hear
I came to collect blood sweat pain and respect
Diamonds connectin my name on the chain on my neck
They're probably starin I built a foundation beneath it
Got 100,000 gooned out creeps that speak it
Cause hysteria like pissed cripes with trick dice
Get your ear ripped off like an East New York pit fight
I spits like poverty my shit's dirty and grimy like robbery
I make you buy guns I help the economy
It's drugs where I come from thugs where I come from
We stab at your ribs and kidnap where I'm from son
We foul like that we reppin a war
Heated by most loved by few respected by all
[Necro]
Street veterans you better watch your fuckin step
We'll beat you to death Hyde and Ill Bill wreck
Street veterans gangsters criminals
Drug dealers that'll stab you up in different intervals
Street veterans OG's that done did it
Don't ever try to bring it you bitch you must be kiddin
Street veterans Ill Bill and Hyde rip it
Over a carcass you start it it's real shit legitimate
The Crazies
(feat. Goretex, Ill Bill, Necro)
The Crazies, live in the subways
Completely control the underground
They're Night Raiders
[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 'aint shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a Pitch George 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 get high
Or pull the tool in your bless, leave you laying on the deck
fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug
'Aint 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 its 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 Covent starve women till there 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
Riding Bibles like a man tongue
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 affix
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
[Ill Bill]
Call me the sad wings of destiny
Spread across the planet like leprosy
Destroying your entire life's legacy
Nuclear priest, fire storm, human defeat
My goons are elite, murdering you with the tools of the street
The morbid sorcerer, forty four magnum officer slaughterer
Calling your coroner, crash street at the corner of Lauberman
Jumping the L, between cars puffing the L
Robbing you on the way to Carnarsie for something to sell
And I will strike down upon the with great vengeance and furious anger
Burying you with illirious bangers
A total nightmare, chrome nines appear
Walking with no sign of fear
Designed to tear you with this piece of these vagina scare
Pussy clot, ill guerilla pimp make the pussy pop
Another rookie cop got shot another pussy drop
Either we mad men or mysterious villains
Or billionaires, sociopaths, or serial killers
[Necro]
Murder rappers with a shooting titanium microphone
Bullets in your brain rip threw cranium like Styrofoam
Four thugs who step to me who catch belly slugs
Now your four faggits dead laid out in a row covered in smelly rugs
Dieing to meet ya, slice up each feature
Your grill's a bloody mess, your face looks like a piet pizza
Like bleeding pimples, we hold katanas
The scientist analyst, I'm breeding pit bulls and piranhas
The messiah, I 'aint nothing but a creep in a trench
They found Jesus downtown Brooklyn sleeping on a bench
Lobotomy class, we experiment cut and stitch
Open your brain up and analyze it to find out why your such a bitch
Put gats to you
Throw you in a lake naked with a block of cement attached to you
I don't sweat to shoot you (uhn uh)
Rather cut your spleen on screen like a Tom Savini scene
Execute you
Spill Your Blood
[sample]
It's not good any more. It's a cash bar. 25 dollars
You fucking ugly bitch I'm gonna stab you to death then play around with your blood
[Necro]
Yo word up get the fucking mop
Ain't bout to leave all your fuckin blood on the floor. Bitch we will..
[Chorus]
Spill your blood on the concrete
Split your mug and let you leak
Holding guns and rolling deep
Psycho thugs you don't want beef
[Mr. Hyde]
When Mr. Hyde enters the room you reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it
God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to death
Hook a right and a left my jooks is spikin your flesh
But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest
Ya'll are thinkin that you're thugs I'ma split open your jugs
Grab and spit it you from all the kickin get blood on my lugs
Get to act it fuckin nice like to act to cut and slice
If you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packin a 380
After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades
But I'm still grippin the heat sprayin off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of hell
See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm bangin 'em with the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shit
And if you disrespect you'll probably see a trooper kid
They'll be marchin to your door strappin hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the door
[Chorus]
[Mr. Hyde]
My sick thoughts'll provoke a pitchfork in your throat
You'll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse doesn't float
There's too many holes in it your flesh and your clothes are ripped
From head to toes are bit food for the chosen fish
Shut up and slice it's time to cut up and dice
I'll drink every last gulp raising blood isn't nice
When I'm going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughter
Shit's got no fuckin fluid and reduced to rigormortis
The postmortem cease as I open up my shotty
Wait for the police to come and catch a bonus body
It's a bad afternoon when you're stabbed with the spoon
Jab til the wounds laughter ensues
I'm trudging through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs
After my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbs
You can beg me but earnestly your life ain't concerned to me
The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity
[Chorus]
[Mr. Hyde]
Yo that's right you little fuckin bitches it's Mr. Hyde in your grill
I'll spill your fuckin blood. MCC will spill your fuckin blood
Psycho+logical spills your fuckin blood
Junkyard dog will spill your fuckin blood
Fat motherfuckin Pat will spill your fuckin blood
Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full
of cats blood mother fuckers is not playing. 2004
Married To Pain
[sample]
Pain...how dare you use that word? What youth it shows to me. It's only a shadow
Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you. I am pain..
[Necro]
We are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony
Are you willing to accept pain as your lawfully wedded wife? (I Do)
And are you willing to accept this piece of a shit as your lawfully wedded victim? (I Do!!!)
I know pronounce you married to pain!
[Mr. Hyde]
It's Mr. Hyde you fuckin whore best be lockin up your door
Contaminators filled with gore stitch you up to cut you more
Blood is what you lost, you're a very lucky corpse
Slicin you like Vietnam people cuttin puppy dogs
You know my glock is live so be cautious not to die
Fuck with Hyde and shots will fire cross the T's and dot the I's
Crews are losin lots of lives if they battlin my zombies
We bustin bullet holes all up in your Abercrombies
Blood is gushin out when my knuckles touch your mouth
Don't give a fuck about teeth in my fist I'll pluck 'em out
Reachin for my shank leavin 2 ducks with scars
Right through guts I carve I'm cooped up and starved
Nestled in my basement my testament's enslavement
If you speakin hostile you be wrestlin with crazed men
Cave men with appetites that all attack at nights
Salt will make your wounds sting like a yellow jacket bite
Don't believe I burst techs you ain't seen the worst yet
I'll kill your fuckin seed before he takes his first step
[Chorus]
Accept your vows you're married to pain
Don't take it personal but kid you had to be slain
I'll hack through your skull and spit on your corpse
And if the pulse stops consider it a divorce
Before I fill the torch up you best to sign the pre-nup
Or you'll need surgery like a porno star with B cups
Married to pain I be disparagin frames
Fuck a scene I'll let my foes scars carry my name
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm different from normal dudes cause I got a shorter fuse
And I'm in the sorta mood to slaughter you with fortitude
My hatchet presents a very violent offense
Blood leakin out of your vest til your apparel is drenched
You got beef I'll let my ice slit your mug
The concrete connects with triplets of blood
Divide you in fourths just like you sign a divorce
Then I'll drop in a plot sprinkle all on your corpse
The stench starts to fade but you are trenched in a grave
If your flesh can't be saved bums eventually rape
They'll feast like the holidays at least til you rot away
So much meat it's like they hit the lottery
No seeds to debauchery it runs in my veins
I'm always lookin for an object to bludgeon your brains
The intent is tainted when I commit a blatant sin
Like stickin razors in your flesh to irritate your skin
I'm lettin satan in he's takin over the wheel
I get to break your limbs he gets my soul in the deal
[Chorus]
[Mr. Hyde]
Yeah that's right mother fuckers it's Mr. Hyde up in here. Heavily hackin you up
Give a big mother fuckin shot to Ming the Merciless, Eriz Hustler, Scotty Wax, NGP
and all my fucked up flesh eating zombies out there. Keep catchin bodies!
Malignant Messiah
[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]
Say My Name
(feat. Little Britney)
[sample]
Mommy mommy mommy!
What honey? What's the matter?
I had a bad dream
About what sweety?
It's Mr. Hyde, Mr. Hyde is coming
[Little Britney]
Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]
[Mr. Hyde]
Walking war minded with the echoes doused in blood
From stretching out your lungs mega penetrate my guns
So I keep 'em concealed I'll leave you leakin for real
The mother fuckin devil kid grim reaper with steel
Yo the sickos on reserve load the clip up with my word
I spit til you're disturbed verbs ticklin your nerves
Cock back the hammer in the center with gore shot
Foully droppin newborns on top of their soft spots
Quick vagina soars rippin out your spinal chords
You got gashes on your boards but you're dead like dinosaurs
Hand cuff you to the bed the drama's seeming sickening
Leave you faggots dead just like Jeffery Dahmer's victims
Pissin in your mouth you got an obscene smile
Your teeth are shinin yellow like that retard from Green Mile
Slice your wrists with the box cutter like this
Another sly bitch with the butterfly stitch
Born to hate your par so you catch a gapin scar
A wide open wound you can't close with staplers
Or a needle and thread this beat is leaving you dead
I blow a shot through the top now I can see through your head
[Little Britney]
Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]
[Mr. Hyde]
My squad will bust through in herds bitch let me remind you
You're coughin your tonsils with my elephant shrapnel
Destined to stomp you stuff your face in the mud
Never waist no slugs that's why I pace with the jud
Guns will point at blank range I'm pointin pistols for brains
Put you splattered like paint your whole anatomy faints
Stuffed like Latter Day Saints that don't know how to be quaint
It's assault robbery or a battery rape
Peep the tragedy shake and the pin dropping silence
You shot with the 9 inch for stoppin the violence
Do you a slight favor before you're mortified
Cut you with the light saber and wound your quarter eyes
Ain't nowhere to hide from my gruesome legacy
It's hard to flea while you bleed cause you're losing energy
Foul like sexual harassin blast you with the mack 10
Violent homicide the intellectual assassin
Drill saws and tools fill the gore slaughter you
Drown you in a water pool now your breath bubbles rise
Trash troubles lies but see I'm the one who ends em
Deatha and disguise with the leatherface resemblance
[Little Britney]
Hyde Hyde Mr. Hyde everybody in the room has died [x4]
On The Prowl
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm dressed to kill with the glock and 38 on my waist line
And merkin you to me will translate to a great time
The guns that I hold oh man the money I mold
If I don't get it then you better bet the gun'll explode
The gun is aimin it your face you beater tear that shit up
Forget blastin your gut make sure your casket is shut
The black sheep of the bunch turning the weak into lunch
Yo I'm hungry for your flesh like I aint eaten in months
Out to get with my axe and let it drag on your tan line
Put hands in the box and stab the handle with cat signs
I'll be in disguise ready to stick you with knives
And leave your arms gross like Forrest Whitekers eyes
Are you ready to die by this machette of mine?
It takes just one strive for your head to divide
Fuckin bludgeoned all night by my games of death
The cops'll struggle to find where your remains are left
They're underneath the weeds rotting in a gentle breeze
Chillin with the flies beetles and the centipedes
A distant memory your existence is gone
You're on your way to the gates where you'll be visiting God
[Chorus]
I'm on the prowl huntin for your head or your chest
Leavin you dead like the rest I got a fetish for death
I'm on the prowl son so you can run and evade
It's all the same in the end you got a date with my blade(2x)
[Mr. Hyde]
It be the Children of Corn style the killa with sword I'll
Unleash a plague of bees apon a billion a sworn pile
Desolate drug supply the strength of my hug
But when I catch you you're strung up by the flesh of their tongues
Start avengin the script you'll be eventually ripped
Tossed in pendulum pits until you stench of the crip
You'll be hunted for days by thug with guns and grenades
Fuckin punchin your face until you're sunk in the grave
Blades are stuck in your brain laced and stuck in the lake
You should've ducked when I sprayed son you're a fuckin disgrace
Dirty legions on your grill plus excretions will be spilled
Gory missions will be filled must relieve before you're killed
My sinister inside drugged with hundreds of pills
It's a minister midnight better run to the hills
I'm leavin you diseased burning bullets get released
Earth is sure to hear you screech like guitars of Judas Priest
Next step you're check mated your vest is invaded
The hollow tip shells your chest is seperated
Your caught up in a mess of tortured long death
From the depth more or less a corpse with torn flesh
[Chorus]
Knife In Your Spine (Satanic Wordplay)
(feat. Necro)
[sample]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time is here
[Necro]
The brutalist rapper on earth will murder you through a verse
Murder you a person personally I personify perversity hurting you
Perfectly powerfully smashing you potently pitching perfect
Pandemonium pleasureful pain I can go to sin
Damnation rap attracts devastation gats levitation
Medication Axe hacks into your back revelation
Premonition demolition death ocks and concoction
Cock the glock back when there's no option for boxin
A representation of hesitation pulling it out
And not using it a disaster waiting for pestilation
Rockin black Reeboks chasing you for 3 blocks
Facing your dead gun smack you and pop you with 3 shots
Evacuating mysteriously seriously
Destroy you deliriously like a conspiracy theory
The spirits are near me don't irritate me
The pirates of violence will ooze the virus of science that created me
The ambassador of massacre mass murderings slurs
Trafficking white slaves in the world this racket occurs
Shot guns with pump action dump fractions of metal shrapnel
Actual caps peeled in your physical capsule
My lyrics actually factually more rugged
Then your average savage of your averaging mathematically
Numerically stickin your wrists with picks
Count Down to the blitz evil like Myxzlplix 666
Death comes in the worst way
Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordplay
Here's a knife in your spine
Death comes in the worst way you can't beat it join it
Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordsplay
Here's a knife in your spine
[Mr. Hyde]
I got the mind of a pacher with the pride of a soldier
Use the lion the cobra I apply when I'm older
See majority council sellin gore by the ounce
Pretty sure the amounts a little more then a douse
You soaked by sickness provoke my instance
You'll be cut to giblets your throat and wrists slit
Jab your jugular it hurts stab your skull until it squirts
Your blood'll burst and add another color to your shirt
Turn your feet to chopped meat you'll be bludgeoning quick
Leave your teeth in the concrete and your skull on a stick
All delusions of grandeur get excluded from stanzas
Eluding the panther the ensuing of cancer
You get exquisite visits by blades that make encisions
A vision of you bitches to bitch to get the scissors
Slicin through you fucks will leave a scuff on my sword
Guts will slide across the floor like a puck in shuffle board
My glock is shot with force leaving you a rotted corpse
100 molotovs to cause a jungle holocaust
Don't fear the reaper cause I'm just a fact of life
You should fear cause once you're dead I'll probably attack your wife
Give you both somethin to watch puttin roaches in her crotch
Chop the package into parts and put the postage on the box
When the chromes clip your dome's split the kiss of death is blown bitch
Leave you in a cold stiff stinkin like the homeless
[Necro]
Death comes in the worst way
Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordplay
Here's a knife in your spine
Death comes in the worst way you can't beat it join it
Death comes in the worst way through satanic wordsplay
Here's a knife in your spine
Death Sentence
(feat. Sabac)
The death penalty, it's nothing new. It's been with us for centurys we've buried
people alive lobbed off their heads burned them alive in public square gruesome
In this century we kept searching for more and more humane ways of killing people
that we didn't like Shot fire at them suffocated them gas chamber
But now, now we have developed a device that is the most humane of all
[Sabac]
Welcome to your new home Mr. Hyde. You'll be served 3 meals a day
You'll only be let out of your cell once within a 24 hour period
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
[Mr. Hyde]
Yeah, I understand
[Sabac]
Do you have any questions?
[Mr. Hyde]
Yea I got a question. When do I meet the devil?
[Sabac]
I've been guardin this piece of shit for the last 5 years
I can't what to see him fry cry and die in his tears
He looks numb like a bum as he sits in his cell
Tellin stories bout his life and the victim's he's killed
One arrest over 40 deaths who would've thought it?
Tons of corpses with no remorse efficiantly tortured
Better kneel down pray you ain't going to hell
You gonna die soon now what you gotta say to yourself?
[Mr. Hyde]
Death row I'm looking strait forward to my execution
As I await to bake and meet my fatal execution
Strait death solution no chance of me in rehab
Just a one way trip on the electric LSD tab
I'd rather get the needle but I guess I'll fry today
Definatly get repayed know I guess I'd better pray
47 slaughters without an apprehention
But nothing lasts forever even demon intervention
As he said the last prayer the priest was holdin back a tear
I can sense he felt the presence of the devil's atmosphere
I felt the maggots near as they strapped me in the chair
Execution I grin like he was happy I was scared
I thought about the murders and smiled back at the cunts
They can't even discover cuz they can only kill me once
I searched deep in my heart but remorse was never found
I stared the reaper in his eyes as he pulled the lever down
The shocks flew to my brain but I'm immune to the pain
Satans will is stronger but it flew to my veins
As I breath the rooms spinnin my breath was growing thin
Death is settin in as hell eternity begins
[Sabac]
As I taped up his eyes and mouth and covered his ears
I swear I didn't sense an ounce of worry or fear
It was clear for his capture his confession was less then
Regretful the man had an obsession with death
It probably stems from neglect being abused as a child
And as a man he lashed out those are rules to the cycle
Executing dehumanist sick the sight is frightening
To think in the world there's someone out there just like him
Dead man, Dead man walking. Dead man, dead man walking. Dead man walking here
Dead man. We got a dead man walking here. Dead man walking.
Barn Of The Naked Dead
[from the movie "The Ring"]
The horses keep her up at night... she doesn't like it in the barn
[Mr. Hyde]
In my locker of torn flesh, got three on a meat hook
Fuck a dead pussy then orgasm and leave guck
Merc'in' in the bushes waitin' for your car to stall
I'll be right there when it does with a blade and start the maul
Now you're naked in a barn, do your trachea some harm
I'm wrappin' up your arms real tastefully in yarn
My kitty scratches you, strikin' you like matches do
I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
They're all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
By the window near the sun, shine you like aluminum
They can run but I am faster, their stamina won't last, dumb
Cunts get what they asked for, rot to their disaster
[Chorus]
Get out of my dreams girl and into my barn
My demonous schemes will do you whores harm
Get out of my dreams and into my barn
Detaching your spleens, your legs, heads and arms
No escape from the torture that you're sure to endure
You're naked and soft, it's time to murder you, whore
Peel external fleece with my nails when I slay
Rest in eternal peace under big bails of hay
[Mr. Hyde]
I'll make them bleed, twist and shout, plant a seed then rip it out
I throw the sicker out and take a shit up in her mouth
Defecate upon the dead corpse a shitty mixture
I'll hang it near my bed for a very pretty picture
Their daddy's'll miss them after I capture and kiss them
Got a hanger to whip them just in case they don't listen
My scissor it reap, because their liver is sweet
Now deliver the meat to my carnivorous teeth
Time to tighten up my crutch, gettin' set to slash them up
All bashful sluts get stuffed with cashew nuts
I got all of their nice tits locked up in a vice grip
Squirtin' holy fluid like the blood in which Christ did
As he got whipped in the garden of thorns
Lure them bitches to my barn then a carcass is born
[Chorus]
[Mr. Hyde]
Sluts are drained of memory, relieved of their extremities
Unexpectedly stripped, invaded rectally
Stick my dick up your ass, bitch, I consider you raped
Got your trip to your casket up on video tape
Loosen boots and your skirt down to your panties and bra
When I seduce you get hurt, who says you can't be a star
Get myself an erection every one or two I slay
Got your head on a tray, bury the rest of you in hay
My barn is resourceful, I'm harmin' you awful
Make 'em swallow a mothball or hundreds of jawfulls
Put babes into harnesses then my blade tarnishes
Force it through their cunts, what a beautiful barn this is
[Chorus]
Bums
(feat. Necro, Uncle Howie)
[Chorus]
Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM
The bum from the dark get a job you punk
Homeless people livin in the train stations
Just lazy bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my stomach growl but I got no loot man
So I'm taxin oranges from your neighborhood fruit stand
Fishin in the creek thought I saw some movement there
But if it ain't no fish maybe I'll catch a boot to wear
Eat a 3 corse meal that I found in debris
And now I'm off to the park cause water fountains are free
Got the clap TB wolfing cough and gonorrhea
Think of puke piss and beer but mostly diarrhea
See I sleep on a bench covered in a plastic bag
My feet fuckin stench can't recall my last bath
Lookin strange on the train beggin you for your change
Kind of like a sick animal with rabies and mange
Out my left pant leg urine leak to the floor
I got fleas like a dog and fuckin wreak like a morgue
While you worried about your mansion I'm concerned with the street
And if I had a dollar kid I'd probably burn it for heat
See I'm frozen alone and sneakerless with toe jam
Age is 25 but I look like an old man
I'll tell you I'm starvin and need money for food
But every penny I use is gettin spent on my booze
Haven't showered in months I stink like rotted vegetables
But still hop on the train kid and sit right next to you
[Chorus x2]
[Necro]
Bums smell like rancid shit lookin like Jesus and Manson mixed
Rockin diseases hepatitis a leper with a virus
Rippin the cyborgs full of piracy talks
Thousands have died in the parks from Parkinsons
And hypothermia like victims in Germany
In the infirmary lazy permanently
Lookin like a deranged fuck walkin the streets with a change cup
Full of zombies dying for a salami a slice of pastrami
Spend a night in a lobby fiendin for a blanket
I seen a bum rockin my 8 year old Fila jacket
He'll probably shank someone for you a dollar for hire
Cuz he'll do anything for a frank and some papaya
Refuse to work a leech on permanent vacation
In Hibernation asleep under the boardwalk at the beach
In junkyards collecting bottles in shopping carts
Human roaches infested shelters stinkin like rottin farts
Carpenter bums stay hands on
Building homes made of cardboard boxes that cats breakdance on
Vietnam vets with no legs that can't afford eggs
Begs dressed in rags rockin a bag full of dreads
[Chorus x2]
[Uncle Howie]
Listen mother fucker get this strait
Your momma got a pussy like a B 58
Runs by electric runs by gas
Your momma got a pussy like King Kong's ass
Hey little girl does your mother know you're out?
With your pants off and your pussy stickin out
Somebody whore poor kid
Did you get a hard on not yet
Are you gonna get one you bet
Oh ho ho ho
Bum bum a bum bum bum bum
Ho ho ho ho
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Cut it cut it cut it
[sample]
Homeless she's homeless
Buggin' Out
(feat. Kid Joe)
[Kid Joe]
Barnyard Cosby Personal party ahhh he loves it
Personal pies
[Chorus]
The gore shit I kick is sick
Hell yeah I'm buggin out
The shit's hilarious [x2]
[Mr. Hyde]
I'll hunt you down and find you in the slaughterhouse
I'll grind you into shreds little shreds
I want you decomposed from your nose down to your toes
Now you're grub for the bugs
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
Push your luck with Mr. Hyde you'll die and end up skinned alive
Skeleton with no skin
I'll cleave you with a cleaver leave your body in the freezer
You're a frost cut the corpse
Inflict a sick disease to make my victim bleed with ease
No escape, you'll be raped
Inadvertently it nurtures me to murder G's
So I kill for the thrill
[Chorus x2]
Step into my furnace time to torture epidermis
You'll have third degree burns
Pull out my gat and place it to your cap and let it clap
In your face human waste
You shot up and you're not dropped to a plot until you rot
You're dispersed in the earth
You girls'll get molested pull my dick out and I rest it
On your lips then I'll piss
Your pockets gettin ripped you'll be my victim run your shit
You are stripped kid you're vicked
I'll leave you comatose and you'll be floatin in the ocean
With the fish you're a bitch
Take my ax out of the tac it's sure to splatter half your back
You'll be hacked fuckin hacked
No repentance in your breath so I sentence you to death
Time to die say goodbye
[Chorus x2]
[Kid Joe]
Hahahahahaha ohhhhh ahahahahahahahahahah ah it's going
hahahahahahaha
Mr. Hyde
h-yeah::smile:
