Mr.Hyde & Necro - Demon Chant | Текст песни

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• Mr.Hyde & Necro
• Demon Chant

Enter my dimension of demented sentences
I'm inventing an adventure representative of sin
Souls are sent to where to wild thing dwell on poison hell
Once the demons sniff their meal- can't avoid their sense of smell
I'm losing all composure the madness taking over
There's fangs in your face if you aggravate the cobra
Big bats bashed till your head is in fragments
Fast to clap kids pulling metal like magnets
Attack you my gat shoots to split your cap duke
Leave you crooked on the ground lookin' busted like plasus(?)
We leavin' with your wallet in a flash when I grab loot
Your brains in a blender so for lunch we can have soup
Untouchable vandal such a clutch a few hands full (?)
Sharp instruments to spark incidents
So get sent for disaster shortened breath like I'm asthma
Slice the head off a rapper like the bellows of rapture
Street veteran master rugged run all and reign(?)
Point your finger and blame me for your lingering pain
See we creep you and maim you in a matter of seconds
With an avid selection of extravagant weapons

-Chorus-

After you bash with Mr. Hyde you'll be scared to come outside
Fuckin' tearing out your eyes by the pair if I decide
See I never let you win you're lucky if I let you live
If I approach you with a robbery I suggest you give
See my Glock has got the slugs that of future hold your death
Yo I breath with aqua lungs and a locomotive breathe
I move like a phantom lord and strike like I'm God
Now it's your fate to suffocate like you was fighting The Blob
I got corpses in my closet that still haven't decayed
I live in plush compliments to my spectacular maid
Every time I'm done recording I come back with a plague
And even though I own guns I'm always packing a blade
Pulling names out a hat, blowing brains out with gats
Cutting veins with an axe, blood stains on my slacks
Cock back the Techa 9 and get ready to bust shots
At your neck and spine you're red like a cherry slush
Yo I'd like very much to leave you in a wheelchair
Come and brush up with cuts with me and catch a real scare
I can't even feel bad for my victims because
Say that Satan gives me orders and I reap the rewards


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