Mr Hyde, Q-Unique, ILL BILL - Killer Collage lyrics

For the sake of the gore so
We awake in the morgue
I’m fucking 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 bitches 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 destruction
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
A 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 semen cover your
Bitches 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 fucking 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 fucking hole in
Your face like what happened?
Why you had to die like that?
Took a shit 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
Virus that get trife but sacred
Like thirty years later thinking
Your life was wasted
The loneliest death is suicide
A gallery of paintings covered with
The blood of truth denied
Streets guaranteed to turn red
When youth collide
Yeah, I even tell the truth when
I lie and this is why