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She sits on the window sill 
Looking down it's quite a thrill 
In the tree 
Imagining what it is like to be dead 
She walks on the ledge 
Searching for the living end 

Mr. Hyde your messiah Necro on production brain abduction. Check it 
 [bad word]  

Your messiah's arrived prepare to fire your nines 
Make up your mind and decide if you desire to die 
By the tyrant of knives it's Mr. Hyde and I thrive 
To put you dead in the dirt death acquired your cry 

I'm the scourge of the earth I've been a merchant since birth 
The devil bobs his head to this the detergents of hurt 
One insult is all it takes and my blade assaults your face 
I'm feasting on sheep like the ape in Altered States 
You can til I'm rolling hard til my nine explodes and charge 
I'm giving broken arms like I practice yoda con 
I'll blast your cabbage on nuthin near your average scar 
Leave you for the scavengers a martyr with your salvage on 
My evil slang consists I'm from the latin languages 
Vanquish you with bangers after strangle you with blankets kid 
Take a [bad word] on you [bad word] and then I'll lace you with phlegm 
Foul like Malaki and Howie puffin base behind a shem 
Leavin you with belly pains headin into [bad word] with chains 
Beat the elderly with canes til I see their smelly brains 
You're seekin to live because you're dreamin it kids 
See what the sandman will bring ain't what the demons will give 
 [bad word]  

It's Hyde the dream caster hide disease catcher 
Receiving the rash exceed and breath cancer 
Your pain's expected [bad word] major wreckage 
When I blaze my tech kid it'll cave your chest in 
My blades connected with your face and left it 
Greatly twisted gotta pay to fix it 
I'll stick you through your scarf leave your neck with bloody scars 
Gettin hectic like a baby fallin off the monkey bars 
Anthem shreddin ya'll stuff myself til my lungs bleed 
The jungle predator son I'll hunt better hungry 
Dedicated to sins like separating your limbs 
Desecrating your skin by decorating with pins 
You're undressing confession gettin [bad word] by a priest 
Ain't no rosary beads will have you touchin his peace 
You keep on steppin to me you'll be receiving some props 
I'll let my weapon release and now you're bleeding a lot 
 [bad word]