Artist: Mr. Hyde f/ Goretex, Ill Bill, Necro Album: Barn of the Naked Death Song: Them Typed by: hh4us@yahoo.co.uk [*sample*] They're coming here. They're waiting to take the city They're peering around buildings at night And they're waiting, they're waiting for you And they'll take you one by one and no one will hear you scream No one will hear you SCREEEAAAM !!! [Necro] Stick an ax in your guts like Maximus bumpin Exodus Bonded by hemoglobin dumpin clips in your tits the annocist activist The brotherhood of evil mutants run up on you Shootin people fuckin feeble unit none of us are good The toxic avengin your head the reverend of death In the end the revelation of flesh being stretched to the ending Your homo click is exterminated like vermin Roamin through train stations terminated by electrical currents occurin I rock a pair of Nikes hiking through the streets Like a viking holding spikes I'm civilized and devilized don't sleep You're not ill you perpetrate the blood that circulates In your vertebrae your squirting your shirt with the perverted murder percolate The revolting insulting cult king is resulting As the sickest fuck on the planet earth catapulting molting I'll be a billionaire and still be down to throw you down the stairs And kill you rockin you with military keep it ill on you [Ill Bill] I don't care come God of atrocity kill you with 5 fingers constantly The monstrosity king of the scum bags king of colostomy My gun bang we run things give you a neck tie Look how your tongue hangs it's bloodbath pornography Splatter fest the sado masochist I'll paint the walls with your blood Physical graffiti cynical agreeing This is murder world welcome to your death after the afterlife I'll murder you again laugh with the burner to your head Suicide soldiers like the heavens gate die obsessed with hate Blood stained holy books are like a test of faith Like the word of God telling me to kill only murder pagans Telling me to sacrifice you in the name of satan Pain lost an abomination unholy combination Circle of tyrants we control an entire nation That can attack you like the Dawn of the Dead Rather be backstage catchin head from your daughter instead [Goretex] You on all fours candle stuck to your back like gauze I'd rather make a lamp shade of your skin tac you to walls When the boredom sets in pull out my axe from the stall Howie pops up enough packs to last us til fall The wizard of gore diminished like your skull with a sword Emotionless leave it to a finish like midgets and dwarfs God hates us all so we burn churches your mouth's a urinal bitch Blaze with the deep purple I hurt you on purpose I never got shit handed to me The silver spoon is only used to cook the food in the pot your kid's a fantasy We sick goons we don't give a fuck what you say Above the law dead an apology strait from DA's Blaze law killa go coked berretta the scheme If I don't blow up this lab in the kitchen from methamphetamines The wall's closin in too much to fight Pay Per View suicide we all die tonight [Mr. Hyde] Yo I slay who I wanna when creating a horror See my state of nirvana is to make you a goner Stick a pick in your stomach because I'm sick of you frontin But still I'm quicker to bludgeon and catchin victims with nuthin I'll whip out the sharp shank and stick and jig up with ease I watch your ligaments bleed with very vigorous speed My left hook is known to put a bitch in the scene And transform his face into mystery meat After I clap at the wig your skull will snap like a twig There ain't no little body counts I make my massacres big Carefully put in my clips so that the bullets could rip You gettin butchered to bits to me is as good as it gets Bet you leave on a stretcher when the 16 wet ya Wit ya cap twist it back like a major league catcher Your head will bleed ketchup and your garments are soaked Watch me finish the job with somethin sharp in your throat