Killer Collage (feat. Q-Unique, Ill Bill & DJ Eclipse) (исполнитель: Mr. Hyde)
For the sake of the gore so we awake in the morgue I’m [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 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 [bad word] cover your [bad word] 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 [bad word] mind Robbed him twice cause he said he had more Let’s infiltrate the system with Freddy Madball 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 [bad word] hole in your face like what happened? Why you had to die liek that? Took a [bad word] 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, [bad word] that get trife but sacred Like thirty years later thinking your life was wasted The loneliest death is suicide gallery of paintings covered with the blood of [bad word] denied Streets guaranteed to turn red when youth collide Yeah, I even tell the [bad word] when I lie and this is why