Mr Hyde, Necro - Spill Your Blood lyrics

[Mr Hyde, Necro - Spill Your Blood lyrics]

It's not good any more, it's a cash bar, $25!
You're a fucking ugly bitch
I want to stab you to death
Then play around with your blood

Yo word up, get the fucking mop!
We about to leave all your
FuckING blood on the floor! Bitch we will

Spill your blood (bitch) , on the concrete!
Split your mug (what) , and let you leak!
Holding guns (gats) , and rolling deep!
Psycho thugs
(you bitch) , you don't want beef!

When Mr hyde enters the room
You'll reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade
In a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a fucker rough enough or
Tough enough to step it
And God forbid you knuckle up you'll
Probably get snuffed to death
A hook up right in they left my
Juks will spike in your flesh
But, you received it like a man and
Took it right in your chest
Y'all are thinking that you're thugs
I'mma split open your jugs
Rather spit at you with slugs than kick
And get blood on my Lugs
Never acted fucking nice, like
To hack and cut, and slice
So if you front it's logical that
I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause
I'm packing a 380
After life decision makers wanna
Banish me to Hades
But, I'm still gripping the heat spraying
Off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to
Restrain the hounds of Hell
See my bloody fists'll drip then
I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm Damien
With the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known
To start some stupid shit
And if you disrespect you'll probably
See a troop of kids
They'll be marching to your door strapping
Hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand the
Command to spark the gore

Spill your blood, on the concrete!
Split your mug
(what you lookin' at bitch?)
And let you leak!
Holding guns, and rolling deep! Psycho thugs
(you don't want it) , you don't want beef!

My sick thoughts'll provoke a
Pitchfork in your throat
You'll get tossed in a moat
Your torn corpse didn't float
There's too many holes in it
Your flesh and your clothes are ripped
From head to toes you're bit
Food for the chosen fish
Shut up and slice it's time
To cut up and dice
I'll drink every last gulp
Wasting blood isn't nice
When I'm going through a shortage
Of gawking to the slaughters
Just shed some fucking fluid and
Induce the Rigor Mortis
Your pulse rate'll cease as
I'm unloadin' my shotty
Then wait for the police to come
And catch a boneless body
It's a bad afternoon when you're
Stabbed with the spoon
Jab 'til ya wounds filter laughter, it's June
I'm trudging through blood with guts
Stuck in my Timbs
After my bludgeoning buzzsaws and
Cut off your limbs
You can beg me but earnestly
Your life ain't concerning me
The crimson and burgundy you
Drip for eternity

Spill your blood
(Brooklyn) , on the concrete!
Split your mug (Queens) , and let you leak!
Holding guns (New York) , and rolling deep!
Psycho thugs
(Psycho+Logical) , you don't want beef!

Yeah that's right you little fucking midgets!
It's Mr hyde in your grill
I'll spill your fucking blood!
MCC, will spill your fucking blood!
Psycho+Logical-, spills your fuckin' blood!
Junkyard Dog, will spill your fucking blood!
Fat motherfucking Pat
Will spill your fucking blood!
Stick a AIDS needle
In your arm fulla cat's blood!
Motherfuckers is not playing, 2004!

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