*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
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[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
