Weapons Of Mass Destruction

Mr. Hyde

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    [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

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    [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]

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