Necro, Mr Hyde - The Circle of Tyrants Freestyle 2 lyrics
[Necro, Mr Hyde - The Circle of Tyrants Freestyle 2 lyrics]
Circle of Tyrants!
Brand new album droppin' this summer
Verse after verse of violent
Shit from New York's best
Cop it like a bundle!
Now get ready for a highly potent
Dose of Death Rap
I know you hate me - so
Screw 'em, run up on 'em, kill 'em
Break limbs Gracie
We stay putrid like a HG lewis film
Color you blood-red: a bedridden tradition
Deliver you forbidden hidden written scrolls
Of dead Egyptian Magicians
Each word attacks you like a savage venom
You're average - you're a waste
Like a beautiful cadaverous woman
Watch out when I get inspired
I'm liable to start a religion fried
Pigeons and blood dipped bibles
Rebellious out the womb
Brainwashing the wack
Insult us and we'll bring it you
Like a posse of bats moshin' to the track
Split you in two like mathematicians do
I'm casting for corpses and I'd
Like to audition you!
Keep it very gully like Chazz Palminteri
In 'Bronx Tale' - you're buried
We cut through pulmonary
Gothic-Rap, Agnostic is probable
If God's an alien Jesus is impossible gospel
My goons leave you with jagged wounds
Crime is organized
We get better we metamorphosize
Like maggot cocoons
Your blood is butter on my pancakes
Twist you like a staircase
Suffocate ya face
You'll feel how breathing without air tastes
Brain's temperamental, very Dario Argental
Hyde: you've heard of me - I'm vengeful
Murder-spree central neurotic, despotic
Got a taste for the psychotic
My home is a hole with
Hungry rats like Colonel product
Pints of termites
And mice and Tyson meat are right
I keep my sights on bludgeoning
Like eighties Mike Tyson fights
Rape and pop ya cherry, ho
We bury foes in stereo
To me your life expectancy's predicted
To be very low the Circle of Tyrants closing
In like hungry hawks
Sick murderous pirates comin' for
Ya mother's corpse
Brand new album droppin' this summer
Verse after verse of violent
Shit from New York's best
Cop it like a bundle!
Now get ready for a highly potent
Dose of Death Rap
I know you hate me - so
Screw 'em, run up on 'em, kill 'em
Break limbs Gracie
We stay putrid like a HG lewis film
Color you blood-red: a bedridden tradition
Deliver you forbidden hidden written scrolls
Of dead Egyptian Magicians
Each word attacks you like a savage venom
You're average - you're a waste
Like a beautiful cadaverous woman
Watch out when I get inspired
I'm liable to start a religion fried
Pigeons and blood dipped bibles
Rebellious out the womb
Brainwashing the wack
Insult us and we'll bring it you
Like a posse of bats moshin' to the track
Split you in two like mathematicians do
I'm casting for corpses and I'd
Like to audition you!
Keep it very gully like Chazz Palminteri
In 'Bronx Tale' - you're buried
We cut through pulmonary
Gothic-Rap, Agnostic is probable
If God's an alien Jesus is impossible gospel
My goons leave you with jagged wounds
Crime is organized
We get better we metamorphosize
Like maggot cocoons
Your blood is butter on my pancakes
Twist you like a staircase
Suffocate ya face
You'll feel how breathing without air tastes
Brain's temperamental, very Dario Argental
Hyde: you've heard of me - I'm vengeful
Murder-spree central neurotic, despotic
Got a taste for the psychotic
My home is a hole with
Hungry rats like Colonel product
Pints of termites
And mice and Tyson meat are right
I keep my sights on bludgeoning
Like eighties Mike Tyson fights
Rape and pop ya cherry, ho
We bury foes in stereo
To me your life expectancy's predicted
To be very low the Circle of Tyrants closing
In like hungry hawks
Sick murderous pirates comin' for
Ya mother's corpse