[Necro]
Yo word up get the [bad word] mop
Ain't bout to leave all your [bad word] blood on the floor. [bad word] we will..

[Hook]
Spill your blood on the concrete
Split your mug and let you leak
Holding guns and rolling deep
Psycho thugs you don't want beef

[Mr. Hyde]
When Mr. Hyde enters the room you reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a [bad word] rough enough or tough enough to step it
God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to death
Hook a right and a left my jooks is spikin your flesh
But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest
Ya'll are thinkin that you're thugs I'mma split open your jugs
Grab and spit it you from all the kickin get blood on my lugs
Get to act it [bad word] nice like to act to cut and slice
If you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packin a 380
After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades
But I'm still grippin the heat sprayin off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of [bad word] See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm bangin 'em with the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid [bad word] And if you disrespect you'll probably see a trooper kid
They'll be marchin to your door strappin hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand [bad word] to spark the door

[Hook]

[Mr. Hyde]
My sick thoughts'll provoke a pitchfork in your throat
You'll get tossed in a moat your torn corpse doesn't float
There's too many holes in it your flesh and your clothes are ripped
From head to toes are bit food for the chosen fish
Shut up and slice it's time to cut up and dice
I'll drink every last gulp raising blood isn't nice
When I'm going to the shortage I am hoping for a slaughter [bad word] s got no [bad word] fluid and reduced to rigormortis
The postmortem cease as I open up my shotty
Wait for the police [bad word] and catch a bonus body
It's a bad afternoon when you're stabbed with the spoon
Jab til the wounds laughter ensues
I'm [bad word] through blood with guts stuck in my Timbs
After my bludgeoning blood saws and cut off your limbs
You can beg me but earnestly your life ain't concerned to me
The crimson and burgundy you drip for eternity

[Hook]

[Mr. Hyde]
Yo that's right you little [bad word] [bad word] it's Mr. Hyde in your grill
I'll spill your [bad word] blood. MCC will spill your [bad word] blood
Psycho+logical spills your [bad word] blood
Junkyard dog will spill your [bad word] blood
Fat [bad word] Pat will spill your [bad word] blood
Stick an AIDS needle in your arm full
Of cats blood mother [bad word] is not playing.