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Mr. Hyde

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    For the sake of the gore so we awake in the morgue
    I’m fucking breaking your jaws up, all you haters get torn
    Blood caked on the floor, get all your trachea clawed up
    The slaughter, it shows up your bones get sawed up
    Split half a clip, out the biscuit with quickness
    The bitches that diss this’ll witness the sickness
    Malicious, like witches concoctions or potions
    I’m vicious, my hit so get dropped in the ocean
    Pop with the motion, the clocks are exploding
    You’re rocking the nose with the ox that I’m holding
    You fold under pressure, the mould will caress you
    Infect ya, I bet ya corrosion will get ya
    Fester with death, your cult status drained
    I’ll dispatch your batch in short spats of pain
    Claimed souls that stained hold the keys to destruction
    The same old brain bone bleeding it’s disgusting

    Still I fill you full of lead
    Got the hollow tips drilling till your blood is spilling red
    Holler at the villain with the ? for killing feds
    I’m swallowing the pill, filling visions in my head, enemies are still and dead
    Mister murder, I’ll make a jump suit out of your flesh
    A powerful Rottweiler will devour the rest
    You pray for world peace, I pray for world chaos
    I work to alerting the beast out of a séance
    Street demon will leave you in the streets bleeding
    My sweet semen cover your bitches teeth gleaming
    Dumb undercover trying to score bird
    Let’s save the earth and smoke weed, but I’ll go to third
    Losers stuck in time, find a god for a crime to earn a buck and I lose my fucking mind
    Robbed him twice cause he said he had more
    Let’s infiltrate the system with Freddy Madball

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    Satanic verses, black masses in Catholic churches
    Casting curses, you bleed when we scratch the surface
    The greed of a master and his servant, assassin and a serpent
    Numbers are scratched from the surface of a ratchet
    While cash is preferable to blasting
    Leave you with a fucking hole in your face like what happened?
    Why you had to die liek that?
    Took a shit on yourself while you took your last breath
    Shoulda had respect, shoulda, coulda, woulda
    Hit your head with hollow tip casings
    Chopper of hatred, topple the matrix
    Chop at the basis, virus that get trife but sacred
    Like thirty years later thinking your life was wasted
    The loneliest death is suicide
    A gallery of paintings covered with the blood of truth denied
    Streets guaranteed to turn red when youth collide
    Yeah, I even tell the truth when I lie and this is why

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    Composition: Q-Unique, Ill Bill, and Mr. Hyde

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