Mr Hyde, Necro - Married to Pain lyrics

Pain how dare you use that word?
What youth it shows to me it's only a shadow
Pain has a face allow me to show
It to you i am pain!

We are gathered here today to join
These two in unholy matrimony
Are you willing to accept Pain
As your lawfully wedded wife? (I Do)
And are you willing to accept this piece of
A shit as your lawfully wedded victim?
(I Do!) i now pronounce you married to pain!

It's Mr hyde you fuckin' whore best
Be locking up your door
Contaminators filled with gore stitch you
Up to cut you more blood is what you lost
You're a very lucky corpse
Slicin' you like Vietnam people
Cutting puppy dogs
You know my Glock is live so


Be cautious not to die
Fuck with Hyde and shots will fire cross
The T's and dot the I's
Crews are losin' lots of lives
If they battling my zombies
We bustin' bullet holes all
Up in your Abercrombie's
Blood is gushing out when my
Knuckles touch your mouth
Don't give a fuck about teeth in
My fist I'll pluck 'em out
Reachin' for my shank leaving
Two ducks with scars
Right through guts I carve I'm
Cooped up and starved nestled in my basement
My testament's enslavement
If you speaking hostile you be
Wrestling with crazed men
Cavemen with appetites that all
Attack at nights
Salt will make your wounds sting
Like a yellow jacket bite
Don't believe I burst TECs
You ain't seen the worst yet
I'll kill your fucking seed before
He takes his first steps

Accept your vows, you're married to pain
Don't take it personal but kid
You had to be slain
I'll hack through your skull
And spit on your corpse
And if your pulse stops consider it a divorce
Before I fill the torch up you
Best to sign the pre-nup
Or you'll need surgery like a
Porno star with B-cups
Married to pain I be disparaging frames
Fuck a scene I'll let my
Foes scars carry my name

I'm different from normal dudes 'cause
I got a shorter fuse
Then I'm in the sorta mood
To slaughter you with fortitude
My hatchet presents a very violent offense
Blood leaking out of your vest
Till your apparel is drenched
You got beef I'll let my ox slit your mug
The concrete connects with triplets of blood
Divide you in fourths just like
You sign a divorce
Then I'll drop you in a pot
Sprinkle lime on your corpse
The stench starts to fade but you
Are in trench in a grave
If your flesh can't be
Saved bugs eventually rape
They'll feast like the holidays at
Least 'til you rot away
So much meat it's like they hit the lottery
No seeds to debauchery it runs in my veins
I'm always looking for an object
To bludgeon your brains
The intent to taint it when
I commit a blatant sin
Like stickin' razors in your flesh
To irritate your skin
I'm lettin' Satan in he's
Taking over the wheel
I get to break your limbs he
Gets my soul in the deal

Accept your vows, you're married to pain
Don't take it personal but kid
You had to be slain
I'll hack through your skull
And spit on your corpse
And if your pulse stops consider it a divorce
Before I fill the torch up you
Best to sign the pre-nup
Or you'll need surgery like a
Porno star with B-cups
Married to pain I be disparaging frames
Fuck a scene I'll let my
Foes scars carry my name

Yeah that's right motherfuckers
It's Mr hyde up in here!
Heavily hacking you up!
Give a big motherfucking shout to Ming the
Merciless, Eriz Hustler, Scotty Wax, NGP
And all my fucked up flesh-eating zombies
Out there! Keep catching bodies!