Mr. Hyde - Corpse Trail of the Beastman | Текст песни

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• Mr. Hyde
• Corpse Trail of the Beastman

Intro:]
Yeah, Yeah, Mr. Hyde is back to butcher your fuckin skull,
Short Strange on the beat(hahaha)

[Chorus:]
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse,

[Verse 1:]
You punk bastards bleed,
If you cross paths with me,
I sure blast the heat,
Leave thought rancid meat,
Gangbanging your set,
My serpents strangle and infect,
Insert my fangs into your neck,
Your fucking strangled to death,
By the poison,
My loins are down your mother's throat,
I smothered tell she shuttered,
Chuck her off a fucking boat,
I'm the grinder of meat,
And I'm the mind of police,
They think of Hyde,
Every time they find a spine in the creek,
Keep your ass in your seat,
Before I cause a massively,
Cracking of your hands and feet,
Feed my pit the limbs are sweet,
See my whistling shots,
I got you pissing your boxers,
Me and gore go together just like bitchs and gossip,
Brutal battle axes hack,
Disattach you from your legs,
Now your feible,
Like a baby eagle hatching from a egg,
Chop, Chop, chunks of these,
Bloody spot on dungarees,
Keep your ribs in my fridge later on I'll be hungary,

[Chorus:]
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse,

[Verse 2:]
A yo god bless,
Anyone who try to contests,
Fuck a bomb threat,
Shank you like a Beranrd Getts,
If you raise your fist at me,
You'll witness the visciously,
Cause Hyde is the emphinay of every mystery,
Fuck barking at you,
I got a fucking arsenal,
And when it's dark out,
My crew whips out your heart to chew,
Kid you stupid a lot,
Then you'll get broken and rott,
And even toted and blocked,
Hit you with soap in your socks,
Son I bring the pestilence,
Penetrate your chest aments,
With the plague, blade, sprayed,
Witcha your own blood falay,
I drain souls with satin,
Your painless is waiting,
To drain veins I'm making,
The main frames and break em,
You must of messed up,
With the shell in your chest up,
Casket breath took,
From recievnig my left hook,
Fall back behind,
An snort your last line,
You're goin be here awhile,
Cause torture takes time,

[Chorus:]
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
Lyrical to this beat that's the code of the streets,
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u,
Gotcha u Fellin this shit,
If I have to set it off then I have to leave a corpse

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