Buggin' out - Mr. Hyde, Kid Joe

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The gore shit I kick is sick

Hell yeah I’m buggin out

The shit’s hilarious (2X)

I’ll hunt you down and find you in the slaughterhouse

I’ll grind you into shreds little shreds

I want you decomposed from your nose down to your toes

Now you’re grub for the bugs

Every blade that makes a mark another great occasion

Now the flame, you’ll attain

You can bet I’m sure to slaughter put a sword through your aorta

Till your heart fuckin halts

Push your luck with Mr. Hyde you’ll die and end up skinned alive

Skeleton with no skin

I’ll cleave you with a cleaver leave your body in the freezer

You’re a frost cut the corpse

Inflict a sick disease to make my victim bleed with ease

No escape, you’ll be raped

Inadvertently it nurtures me to murder G’s

So I kill for the thrill

Step into my furnace time to torture epidermis

You’ll have third degree burns

Pull out my gat and place it to your cap and let it clap

In your face human waste

You shot up and you’re not dropped to a plot until you rot

You’re dispersed in the earth

You girls’ll get molested pull my dick out and I rest it

On your lips then I’ll piss

Your pockets gettin ripped you’ll be my victim run your shit

You are stripped kid you’re vicked

I’ll leave you comatose and you’ll be floatin in the ocean

With the fish you’re a bitch

Take my ax out of the tac it’s sure to splatter half your back

You’ll be hacked fuckin hacked

No repentance in your breath so I sentence you to death

Time to die say goodbye

Hahahahahaha ohhhhh ahahahahahahahahahah ah it’s going

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